Chapter Twenty-Three: Remote Execution
The next morning, Kaine was sprawled across his couch in Natchitoches, his feet propped up on the coffee table. A jazz playlist hummed softly in the background as a holographic interface hovered in the air before him, fed directly from his quantum computer. A steaming cup of coffee sat untouched next to him. “Pred, let’s play a game,” Kaine muttered, stretching lazily. “Oh? Let me guess—Murder Sudoku?” Pred quipped. “Close. I want every remaining Crimson Dawn operative in Las Vegas either locked up or permanently unavailable by the end of the day.” Pred whistled. “We doing this with flair or subtlety?” Kaine smirked. “Why not both?” Pred’s glowing red interface pulsed as he combed through his vast network of hacked databases, surveillance feeds, and dark web contacts. A new holograph
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