The air was thick with tension that night.
The lanterns flickered in the shadows of the hideout as James sat curled over the table, staring at the maps. It was the network of underground tunnels that had provided temporary safety from the Syndicate, but it was only a matter of time before the organization’s survival, the young woman’s survival, would find them all. They had one shot one move that could send it all tumbling.
Cleaning his rifle in the corner, Malik finally spoke up. “I mean, are we really doing this?
Lina, slumped over her laptop, nodded. “If we’re going to bring down the Syndicate, this is our chance.
James exhaled. "Then we move tonight."
The Plan
The Syndicate’s primary base was a stronghold an unmarked high-rise with layers of security, gates, underground vaults an
