Within forty-five minutes, the main conference room of Blackwood Manor no longer looked like a place meant for polite business meetings. It had transformed into a full command center.
Large maps of the city were pinned across the walls, each one covered in colored markers and handwritten notes. Red circles marked Blackwood properties. Blue pins indicated Dominic’s known operations. Yellow tags highlighted possible threats and vulnerable locations.
Multiple laptops glowed across the massive conference table, each displaying live security feeds from dozens of cameras around the city. The quiet hum of electronics filled the room, broken only by the constant ringing of phones as operatives checked in from different positions.
The atmosphere was tense. Focused. Controlled.
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