"The explosives are primed," Boss Garros's harsh, gravelly voice rasped through the speaker. "Tonight, we burn Vesper to the ground and kill every companion inside!"
The malice in the recorded transmission vibrated through the subterranean command room, settling heavily in the cold air.
Jax froze over his mechanical keyboard, his eyes wide as he stared at the wave patterns pulsing across his monitor.
"They're moving in two armored trucks, boss," Jax said, his voice tight with anxiety. "According to the camera grid, they'll reach Pier 14 in under twenty minutes."
Rafael did not flinch, his expression remaining smooth and unbothered as he leaned over the polished glass console.
He adjusted the cuff of his velvet jacket with quiet precision, his silver eyes reflecting the glowing b
