The Broker watched in silence from the corner of the darkened room, his hands tightly bound to the chair with coarse ropes. The safe house was silent, broken only by the buzzing of Lina's laptop and the crackling of the worn wood-burning stove. Breathe in the atmosphere of tension, not yet lifting but heavy with the burden of their assignment. But with this victory the team also knew this was far from over in the war against the syndicate.
James walked back and forth, his mind racing as he put together the pieces of information they had gotten out of the Broker. Lina was poking through the files, cross-referencing names and operations. Hassan wiped down his rifle in silence, glancing occasionally at their prisoner. Sarah sat by the window, her sniper rifle propped against the wall next to
