Location: Tavara – Damien's Private Estate, Late Night
The estate was cloaked in darkness, save for the soft glow of monitors illuminating Damien's war room. He stood by the largest screen, watching live surveillance feeds from key locations tied to Senator Calloway and Harold Ashford. The pieces of the puzzle were falling into place—but every revelation only deepened the complexity.
Nora entered quietly, carrying two steaming cups of coffee. She set one down beside Damien, who barely glanced away from the screen.
"We've got eyes on Harold's safe house," Logan's voice crackled through the comms. "Nothing suspicious yet, but I doubt he's just sitting around."
Damien's voice was low, edged with steel. "Prepare the strike team. We move at dawn."
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Location: Harold's Safe House
Harold sat in his study, fingers steepled, eyes scanning encrypted messages flooding his secure line. A soft knock on the door startled him. His second-in-command entered, breathless.
"They've mobilized. Damien's forces are moving in."
Harold's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Good. Let's see if they can survive what comes next."
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Back at the estate
Nora paced, tension radiating from her every step. "We can't afford mistakes. The moment we strike, everything changes."
Damien turned to her, his gaze fierce. "No turning back now."
A sharp beep from Logan's console caught their attention. "Incoming intel from an unexpected source. Someone inside Calloway's circle—willing to talk."
Nora's eyes narrowed. "Finally, a crack in their armor."
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Location: Hidden Location
A cloaked figure lit a cigarette, eyes darting nervously. "You want the truth? It's worse than you think. Calloway's playing for keeps. There's a second faction—shadowy, ruthless—that even Harold fears."