Emma
The armored SUV moved through Manhattan traffic with purposeful efficiency, our driver navigating the complex route James had designed to evade potential surveillance. From the outside, the vehicle appeared to be simply another luxury transport for a wealthy client—one of countless such vehicles moving through New York's financial district on a typical morning.
Inside, the atmosphere vibrated with controlled tension. James sat opposite me, his attention divided between secure communications, surveillance monitoring, and constant assessment of our surroundings. Two additional security personnel flanked us, their professional demeanor betraying no anxiety despite the high-stakes nature of our mission.
"Surveillance confirmed on parallel route," James noted, his voice calm despite the
