The black-leather air had bent in the safehouse. The team had narrowly escaped with their lives, but there was no time to relax. Kade had declared war, and James knew that if he and his partners didn’t strike first, they would be swallowed whole.
He stood at the center of the room, dimly lit and cast in shadows, scanning the blueprints spread across the table. It described the “private security firm” Sarah had found a cover for Kade’s money laundering efforts.
“This is our opportunity,” Sarah said, indicating a marked section on a map. “They’re moving in a shipment of high-value assets tonight. If we pick it off, we cripple his cash flow and box him in.”
James exhaled slowly. “We don’t have the troops for a general assault.”
Malik smirked. “Lucky we don’t follow the rules.”
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