Asa's POV
A few days had passed since the shooting incident. The warehouse was quiet this morning, the hum of distant machinery filled the air as usual: men were moving crates, running checks and doing their jobs like clockwork.
I stood near one of the tables with a cigarette between my fingers and my eyes fixed on an open folder before me.
“Boss.” Marco called as he stepped in. “We finally got him.”
"The guy with the insignia?” I said as I looked up
Marco nodded, walking closer and placing a new file on the table.
“Yeah. We tracked him down through one of the ports near the East District. The bastard’s been working under a fake name. So far, nobody knows his real identity yet, but we’ve got photos, routine patterns, and a few men tailing him.”
"So it’s true. He’s Syndicate.” I e
