The next morning, Ji Woo rerouted their base of operations to a secure satellite node embedded inside a London university research lab—one that Reika had funded years ago under a shell foundation.

Rin scrolled through old footage of lectures and faculty conferences. One clip stopped her cold: Reika speaking under the alias “Dr. K. Myung.” Calm. Charismatic. Terrifying.

“She built her ideology like a virus,” Rin murmured. “Self-replicating through belief.”

Rae glanced over. “Then it’s time for inoculation.”

They split up.

Rin followed a lead at a private think tank tied to Reika’s network. There, she uncovered a hidden lab experimenting with neuro-triggered loyalty implants—tech too advanced to be theoretical. It was already deployed.

She hacked their server before the alarms went off, vanishing just as security arrived.

Meanwhile, Rae tracked a signal from the envelope courier to a hidden studio under the London Eye. What she found was a gallery of manipulated propaganda—photos, media clips, even mock interviews—all designed to reframe Reika as a misunderstood visionary.

On the far wall was a mural: Reika, arms raised like a prophet, the skyline behind her burning.

Rae snapped a picture and burned the mural.

Later that night, Rin and Rae regrouped in the safehouse.

Ji Woo projected a 3D schematic of Reika’s current base—an abandoned underwater research facility in the North Sea, once used for psychological endurance testing.

“She’s turning it into a broadcast center,” Ji Woo said. “Next week, she plans to launch a cognitive wave—designed to disrupt rational decision-making globally. It’s experimental, but real.”

Rae whistled low. “She’s not just rewriting minds. She’s deleting choice.”

Rin nodded, eyes cold. “Then we end this. Tomorrow, we go under.”