Ares

The warehouse strike had gone flawlessly, but I knew better than to feel relief. Evelyn and Camilla weren’t amateurs—they were patient, ruthless, and clever.

I stared at the monitors, eyes sharp, scanning every incoming report. Every feed, every message, every minor movement—nothing escaped my attention.

Leon entered, urgency in his stride. “Sir… we’ve intercepted communications. Evelyn and Camilla are regrouping. They’re not hiding anymore. They’re planning ...