LOGINKenji pressed the phone to his ear, pacing the glass floor."Five hundred grand," Kenji said."Lina Rossi's got clean receipts, Takahashi," the editor of the City Gazette wheezed over the line. "Routing codes, shell accounts. I can't just kill her story.""Seven hundred," Kenji said. "Offshore wire tonight, or your career is dead."A pause over the line. "First half to the usual wallet," the editor grunted.Kenji hung up and turned to Cleo. "Wire seven hundred grand to the Gazette's editor from the Singapore account.""That leaves a fresh paper trail," Cleo warned."It buys the local press," Kenji said, grabbing his scotch. "Send the money."Cleo swiped her screen. "Done. Hits his account in three minutes."Down in the basement, the air was thick with burnt coffee and machine heat.Sophia turned her monitor. "Marvin, look at this."Marvin walked over. "What've you got?""A seven-hundred-thousand-dollar wire just hit a private wallet," Sophia said, keys clattering. "From Takahashi's Si
A yellow crane slammed a shipping container onto a flatbed, shaking the concrete.Hugo walked past the bays, cutting a path through the exhaust. The Iron Anchor dockworkers scrambled out of his way. Near bay four, Ivan held an aluminum clipboard while Yuri leaned against a forklift."Hugo," Ivan said, marking his sheet. "What's up?""Tanaka sent a hitman into the Continental two nights ago," Hugo said. "Tried to put a blade into Lina's neck."Ivan froze, pen hovering. He shot a look at Yuri. "A hit in a downtown hotel?""Tanaka's losing his mind because her articles are freezing his cash," Hugo said. "He's hiring ghosts. Next thing you know, he slips a guy into your loading crews."Ivan pulled a radio off his belt. "I'll freeze the hiring list right now.""Check the guys you already have," Hugo ordered. "Put guards on the north gates, weld secondary doors shut, and funnel trucks through one checkpoint. If a van sits out front too long, pop the tires. See a face you don't know, break h
Marvin dropped a cardboard box onto the metal table."Cops found the waiter uniform in a dumpster three blocks away," Marvin said. "The guy used bleach on his hands. No prints."Marvin frowned. "Moretti's losing his mind, Lina. Hugo took a knife to the arm. They want blood.""Then we make sure Tokyo pays for it in daylight," Lina said, grabbing her notebook. "The money trail story already put Tanaka's name in every headline in the city. Now we tie him to a hit on a journalist. Once the elders see that, they'll pull his plug themselves."Sophia clicked enter. "Files just hit Moss's server. The transaction logs go to the grand jury tonight.""Get the follow-up drafted, Marvin," Lina said. "We run it the second Moss confirms the warrant."Rain hit the penthouse glass, blurring the city lights below. Tanaka stood by the desk while Shinjiro paced a tight line across the rug, boots wearing the same track into the fibers."Your shooter screwed up!" Shinjiro yelled, fist cracking against the
Hugo walked into the study, tossing a plastic evidence bag onto the mahogany desk. The plastic slapped hard against the wood. Dominic sat back, staring at the crushed micro-tracker inside."A ghost hit the Continental," Hugo said, leaning against the edge. A dark smear of blood stained his cuff. "Posed as a waiter. Six-inch combat knife."Dominic picked up the bag, knuckles whitening as he squeezed the broken circuits. "Lina?""She's upstairs in the west wing," Hugo reported. "Shaken up, but not a scratch. I dragged her out through the freight elevator before the lobby turned into a circus. The shooter lost himself in the stampede.""The cops?""Swarming the place," Hugo said. "The three suits kept our names out of it. We're off the ledger."Dominic walked to the window. Freezing rain lashed the glass, blurring the neon skyline. Dark rage settled into his chest."Get the strike teams ready," Dominic growled. "Call Ivan. I want the East Pier shooters armed and ready tonight."Hugo paus
The safehouse smelled of stale coffee and hot computer towers. Marvin was deep in a spreadsheet while Sophia tracked the data lines on her screen. Lina stood over the metal desk, tapping a pen against her notepad."We need to drag these vans into the light," Lina said, tapping the monitor. "We have the routing codes, but we need to show people where the tech is dropping."Marvin paused, looking up. "The online pieces are hitting hard, Lina. The street is talking.""It's not enough," Lina said, shaking her head. "We need the people with the checkbooks. We're going to set up a private meeting downtown."Sophia turned her chair around. "Who are we inviting?""The big supply chain bosses and local business owners," Lina said, voice tight. "The guys who are still terrified of Shinjiro burning their assets down. They're sitting on the fence.""They're going to be hesitant to talk to us," Marvin noted, pulling up the secure contacts directory."Not when we show them Moretti's contracts," Lin
"The crypto just cleared," Tanaka said, tapping the tablet screen. "The first batch of restricted tech is through. We're looking at a four hundred percent return on the initial buy."Kenji stood by the bar, scotch in hand. He walked to the desk, tracking the green charts. "The drivers said the back roads are clear. The vans are bypassing the highway scales entirely."Kenji set his glass down. "I just locked in three new buyers downtown. Private surgical clinics. They're buying every unlisted sedative we can drop.""Keep the drops small," Tanaka warned, leaning back. "Stay away from the main docks. We make our money in the dark."Shinjiro stood by the doors, hand resting on his sidearm. "The Vanguard guards are already on the routes. The vans are moving."Tanaka looked at the young commander. "Just make sure your boys keep their heads down. No shooting unless someone touches the cargo."Shinjiro growled under his breath but held his tongue."The Panama servers just processed the West D
A private yacht cut through the gray fog of the East Pier, moving in a total blackout. Ichiro Takahashi stood on the freezing deck, his trench coat snapping in the wind. He took a drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing an angry orange through the mist.Shinjiro hurried up behind him. "We're on
Victor marched into the penthouse and stood over Kenji Takahashi, looking down at the man glued to his tablet."Marco is a corpse, Kenji," Victor said. "The Feds are scrubbing his blood off the pier as we speak."Kenji didn't look up. He swiped the screen, his face a mask of cold glass. "Dominic us
Miller shoved the crime scene photos across the desk. Glossy bloodstains stared back at them."Look at this," Miller snapped. "Tell me what you see, Reed."Reed didn't blink. He picked up a shot of a dead pizza kid. "Moretti. He’s marking his territory with bodies now.""Marco took two blocks in fo
The steel door screeched open. A guard stomped in, his face gray with exhaustion, and kicked an aluminum tray across the floor. The metal shrieked, hitting Victor’s bare feet with a dull thud."Eat," the guard barked.Victor didn't look at the slop. He looked at his watch. "Twenty minutes late. Tha







