(Author’s POV)
The sun hadn’t even fully risen. The sky was a dull grey, mist hovering over the city like a warning. Inside the safehouse, the living room was buzzing with quiet urgency.
Jiang stood in front of a holographic screen showing the latest failed tracking grids, his finger tapping rapidly across mapped routes, a whiteboard behind him littered with updates, digital logs, and decoded files.
Around him stood the entire elite tactical circle, fifteen men and women who controlled the inner core of the Zhao Syndicate's Bangkok operations. Each with weary eyes, all listening with laser focus.
"Selene’s last ping remains at the river dock perimeter. We’ve already deployed facial scans through drone sweeps. Expand to underground tunnel access. Set silent alerts to border movement. If
