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Sigrid was strutting down the Zurich runway under the pseudonym 'Valkyrie'. Behind her icy gaze and silk gown, her mind was operating on a different wavelength: she was calculating the radioactive decay of cesium isotopes she had detected aboard the Baron’s yacht—the leader of a cartel that used human trafficking to finance nuclear weapons. A Harvard PhD, she knew time was her greatest enemy. In the dressing room, Sigrid found herself cornered by two security guards. Employing laser-like precision and the torque principles of Aikido, she redirected their force, knocking them unconscious without so much as wrinkling her outfit. Yet when she accessed the onboard server, she realized the data were protected by quantum encryption that not even her brilliant mind could crack in the field. The victims were scheduled to be moved within three hours. Sigrid, a master of both nuclear physics and martial arts, had reached a digital dead end. She activated her subdermal communicator, her voice urgent beneath the glare of the spotlights: — This is Sigrid. I’ve located the core and the prisoners, but the system is impenetrable. If I don’t breach the network now, the thermal trail will vanish. I need immediate backup. The cartel was far more extensive than the FBI had anticipated, and even a force of nature needed allies to avert disaster...