"We have finally mapped out every single residential and corporate coordinate of the monsters who participated in your initial torture," Zhea announced, her voice cutting sharply through the dim illumination of the terminal room.
Blue light from multiple high-resolution monitors flickered across the sharp planes of her face.
Her fingers danced across the mechanical keyboard with rhythmic precision.
Rows of encrypted data packets cascaded down the primary display screens.
Rafael stood directly behind her chair, his gaze fixed upon the dense web of interconnected digital profiles.
Each name displayed on the monitor represented a man who had left permanent scars upon his body.
Years of meticulous planning and ruthless financial accumulation had led to this exact moment.
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