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Ricci's Downfall

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last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-11-16 08:00:30

CATALINA’S PERSPECTIVE

BASSANO DEL GRAPPA, ITALY

Sunset bled red over the Brenta River, the sky turning to bruised purple as shadows swallowed the warehouse.

My men were ghosts in the dark, snipers perched on rooftops, scouts hunkered in the reeds, Nikolai barking low orders through the comms.

I crouched at the river’s edge, binoculars pressed to my eyes, Glock heavy on my hip.

We’d been locked in since last night, no sleep, just adrenaline and black coffee. Ricci’s move was coming, and I was ready to make him regret every fucking step.

My phone buzzed, Nico. “Catalina, my guy inside confirmed, Ricci’s rolling out. Trucks loaded, Russians leading the charge. They’re heading for Bassano now, full force.”

“Good,” I said, voice like ice. “Tell the spy to pull out. No traces.”

“Already gone,” Nico replied. “He’s out clean. Your call on the strike.”

I switched to the earpiece channel for my crew. “Hold po
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