Title: The Deep Web
"Laura spots a distinct tattoo on the assassin’s wrist, identifying him as an elite operative of the Obsidian Syndicate."
Gerald stared down at the mark, his expression unreadable as the rain continued to slick the surface of Sky-Bridge Plaza. The dark emblem seemed to swallow the ambient neon glow from the surrounding towers, pulsing with an eerie, synthetic persistence before fading completely into the cold skin.
"The Obsidian Syndicate does not send field operatives without a high-tier corporate retainer," Gerald said, his voice cutting through the distant howl of city sirens. "Whoever paid for this hit did not merely want me removed. They wanted a public spectacle."
Laura knelt beside him, her evening dress trailing across the damp glass tiles. Her eyes rem
