Lorenzo Marchesi grinned. “Smart man.” He turned sharply, motioning for Lucius and Vincent to follow.
“This way.”
Lucius exchanged a glance with Vincent, who exhaled sharply but said nothing. They both knew this was a gamble, but it was the only lead they had.
Lorenzo led them through the heart of Blackout Market, weaving past the neon-lit stalls, underground traders, and the occasional flicker of wary eyes tracking their movements. The deeper they went, the quieter it became. The market’s chaos faded behind them, replaced by the distant hum of electronics.
Then, they stepped through an unmarked steel door.
Inside, the space was nothing like the rest of the market.
The room stretched wide, bathed in a dim, artificial glow. Rows of desks lined the walls, each occupied by figures hunch
