The study was a sanctuary of stillness, punctuated only by the occasional glint of data reflecting off Arthur's wine glass.
He swirled the deep crimson liquid absentmindedly, his gaze locked on the sprawling city skyline beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Suddenly, Evolon's voice sliced through the tranquility,a measured tone laced with urgency.
"The Crimson Protocol has been fully activated. Consortium assets are being liquidated at an alarming rate, safe houses burned, operatives disappearing, financial trails erased. Chairman Renshu is covering his tracks."
Arthur smirked as he took a slow sip from his glass. "Running with his tail between his legs? How unbecoming for a man who fancies himself a kingmaker."
"Do not underestimate this move," Evolon cautioned, its digital visage flickering slightly. "The Crimson Protocol isn't retreat; it's preparation. They'll return, and when they do, they'll strike harder."
