In the heart of London – Surveillance at a glance…

The morning after the docks operation, Emma found herself standing outside a building that didn’t officially exist—no signage, no flag, just mirrored glass that reflected London’s grey skies. Inside, MI5’s Counter-Intelligence Division pulsed like a nerve center. Quiet, precise, and ever-watching.

Jake walked beside her, still running on caffeine and adrenaline. “You realize we’ve never been past this door without someone breathing down our neck?”

Emma smirked. “First time for everything.”

A security officer scanned their IDs, retina, and palms in silence. Once cleared, they were led through a maze of hallways until they emerged into a sleek war room of humming screens and glowing data walls.

Tess was already there—surrounded by suits who looked more like politicians than operatives. She caught Emma’s eye, then gave the faintest nod.

At the front of the room stood a tall, silver-haired man with piercing eyes and a voice like ice over gravel. “I’m Director Holloway,” he said, not bothering with pleasantries. “What you disrupted last night wasn’t just a smuggling op—it was a pressure release valve.”

He tapped a screen. Images of seven warehouses appeared, then maps connecting them across Europe. “This network has been operating under our radar for nearly two years. Ties to cyber-mercenaries, rogue states, even shell corporations based in London. And someone on the inside is helping them.”

Emma frowned. “You think you have a mole?”

“No,” Holloway said, turning slowly. “We know we do.”

A hush fell over the room.

He handed Emma a slim folder marked Directive D-7. Inside were surveillance logs. One name was circled.

Jake’s face went pale. “That’s… my old handler.”

Tess stepped forward. “Welcome to the House of Glass. Nothing here stays hidden for long.”

Emma closed the folder, eyes locked on Holloway’s. “Then it’s time to shatter it.”