Location: Tavara – Damien's Private Estate, Strategy Room
The room hummed with quiet urgency. Damien, Nora, and Logan pored over the newly decrypted data, lines of coded information sprawling across multiple screens. Each byte revealed a new layer of Hydra's infiltration—secret meetings, shell companies, offshore accounts—connections stretching into the very heart of Tavara's elite.
Damien's face was grim. "Harold's reach runs deeper than we imagined. His allies in government have been manipulating contracts, funneling resources to Hydra."
Nora's fingers drummed on the table, impatience flashing in her eyes. "If we expose this, it'll shake Tavara to its core. But who can we trust? If the enemy wears a familiar face, how do we know we won't be blindsided?"
Logan tapped a folder on the table. "We have one lead—a name that keeps coming up: Senator Calloway. He's been facilitating covert deals with Hydra under the radar."
Damien's jaw clenched. "Calloway… That explains the sudden push for the new industrial bill. It's all connected."
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Location: Senate Building, Tavara
Senator Calloway sat in his lavish office, eyes narrowing as he reviewed a dossier labeled "Project Falcon Revival." His phone buzzed with an encrypted message.
"Damien's people are closing in. We need contingency."
Calloway smiled coldly. "Let them come. I've built too many bridges to fall now."
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Back at the estate
Nora leaned forward, voice low but fierce. "We can't wait for them to make the first move. We strike at the heart of their operation. But it has to be surgical."
Damien nodded slowly. "We expose Calloway and Harold simultaneously. The public has to see the rot beneath the surface."
Logan's voice was cautious. "But going public will ignite a political war. We need proof that can't be ignored."
Nora met Damien's eyes. "Then we get it. No matter the cost."
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Later that night
The estate was quiet, but Nora's mind was anything but. She stared out at the city lights, thoughts tangled with worry and resolve. The enemy was closer than ever—and the stakes had never been higher.
Damien joined her, silent and steady. "We're walking a razor's edge."
She looked up, determination blazing. "Then we sharpen our blades."