Asa’s POV
I flipped through the photos in the folder Marco handed me in silence.
“These are not The Russians.” I said evenly.
“No, Boss.” Marco replied. “Their crew was hit too. Same night. Whoever did this wasn’t just stealing from us. They’re trying to make a point.”
“What point?” I asked, setting the photos on my lap as our car kept moving forward, with other sedans following us— our convoy.
“It could be someone trying to spark a war between us and The Russians. Or maybe something bigger— a new player trying to mark territory.” Marco responded.
I leaned back, watching the city lights smear across the window.
“Four crates.” I murmured. “Rifles, explosives, and the prototype tech from Berlin. This isn't random.”
“No, Boss. They knew exactly what they were taking.”
“And they kne
