Outside the room, movement had already begun. The estate no longer carried its usual quiet order; it had shifted into something sharper, more purposeful as men moved with intent, voices low, weapons checked and rechecked with the kind of focus that came before violence.
Carlos stepped toward the door but paused before leaving. "What about the inner team?" he asked. "Do you want them holding position or advancing with the first wave?"
Matteo didn't answer immediately. He walked to the side table, picking up a pair of gloves, adjusting them slowly as he spoke. "They move with me, we move as special forces."
Carlos's expression hardened slightly "Sir, that means you are going for a direct engagement?"
Matteo looked at him fully now "There is no indirect version of this, Carlos."
