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The lead

Author: C.s miracle
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-27 17:12:16

The pieces were finally moving.

Each day inside Vulture’s domain was spent sharpening the blade — mentally, physically, tactically.

Bain, Vulture, Luca, and Ryder sat around the long oak war table, maps and photographs spread across the surface, lines drawn, locations circled in red.

Every possible route. Every possible enemy.

Petrov and Sokolov checked in through encrypted channels, feeding Bain fresh intel — whispers from Valeria’s network, movements of Jackal’s known associates.

The silence was ending.

And they had their first real lead.

Not enough to storm in yet — but enough to start drawing the noose tighter.

They just needed one more break.

It came in the form of a small boy with dark hair and solemn brown eyes.

Elias.

Valeria’s son by blood, but abandoned emotionally since the day he was born.

He shuffled into the war room, barefoot, clutching a threadbare stuffed rabbit in one hand. His lip wobbled like he wanted to say something — but he stayed silent until he reached Bain’s
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