The training room was nothing like Sylvia expected. It wasn’t a sterile space with fluorescent lights and whiteboards. Instead, it was a sprawling, state-of-the-art facility tucked beneath Evans’ mansion. The walls were lined with high-tech equipment, maps of various cities, and a massive digital display showing live feeds from cameras Sylvia couldn’t even guess the locations of.
A group of people milled around the room—Evans’ trusted associates, each exuding the confidence of someone who’d earned their place through blood, sweat, and cunning.
Sylvia walked in cautiously, her eyes scanning the room. Her instincts screamed at her to stay sharp. These weren’t just criminals. They were professionals.
'Now it makes sense how they caught me even when the feds couldn’t.'
“Welcome to the team
