LOCATION: UNKNOWN SYNDICATE FACILITY – PRIVATE MED WING

TIME: 4:12 a.m.

Rafael Vairo stood shirtless in the center of the sterile room.

A biometric scanner moved over his chest.

Clean vitals.

He touched the ultrasound pinned beside the console.

Then turned to the man standing in the corner face shadowed.

“You delivered the file?”

The man nodded.

“It’s in Solene’s vault now. Buried beneath the kill list.”

Rafael smiled.

“Perfect.”

Then: “And ...