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The safe house was buzzing with activity. The team was fully aware of the dangers that lay ahead, but there was a new edge to their determination—one fueled by the need to outsmart Morrigan at her own game. Fiona stood at the front of the room, flipping through the dossier Marcus had compiled on the latest developments. The intel was invaluable, but it felt like every time they thought they had a grasp on the situation, Morrigan would shift, making the ground beneath them unstable. "You heard her right?" Fiona's voice cut through the low murmurs of the team. "She wants a meeting. And we can’t ignore the implications of that." Darwin was at the map pinned to the wall, tracing the routes they’d use to escape if things went wrong. He turned toward Fiona, his face tight with resolve. "Morrigan doesn’t do anything without purpose. This isn’t just a negotiation—it’s a trap. She wants us to think we have a choice in the matter." Thalassa was examining the blueprint of a luxury hotel in G

The silence in the safe house was deceptive. It wasn’t the calm of victory, but the pause before a storm. Fiona sat at the edge of the couch, her mind racing. The operation had been a success—they had struck a critical blow to Morrigan’s media empire. Yet, she knew this wasn’t the end. Morrigan wouldn’t take the attack lying down. Darwin stood by the window, his phone in hand. He had been monitoring news reports since their escape. The hack was making waves. Several major outlets had already begun reporting inconsistencies in Morrigan’s financial records, questioning her sudden rise to power. It was the beginning of the unraveling they had planned. “She’s going to retaliate,” Fiona muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. Darwin turned to her, his eyes dark with thought. “She’ll come at us hard. She won’t just defend herself—she’ll want to destroy us.” Thalassa smirked from across the room, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. “Good. Let her come. We’ve been on the

The weight of Sofia’s whispered word—Morrigan—hung heavy in the air. Fiona’s knuckles were white as she clenched her fists, her pulse hammering in her ears. Beside her, Darwin stood rigid, his expression carved from stone. The sight of the journalist, barely clinging to life on that stretcher, was a brutal confirmation that Morrigan had escalated the war. This was no longer a battle fought in the shadows. This was all-out warfare. “We need to move,” Fiona said, her voice tight with anger. Darwin nodded. “Agreed. We’re done playing defense.” Thalassa touched Fiona’s arm, her normally smug expression replaced by something dangerously sharp. “Sofia’s not dead yet. That means we still have a chance to get information from her. But if Morrigan wants her gone, she’ll send someone to finish the job.” “Then we keep her alive,” Fiona said. “We make sure she wakes up, and when she does, we find out everything she knows.” Marcus was already tapping away at his laptop, pulling security foota

The morning air was thick with tension as Fiona stood by the window, staring at the gray skyline. Her reflection was barely visible in the glass, ghostlike and distant. It had been hours since Sofia's attempted assassination. The journalist was still in critical condition, but alive. Barely. Darwin entered the room quietly, a steaming cup of coffee in his hand. He didn’t speak, just handed her the cup and joined her by the window. “She’s holding on,” he said finally. Fiona nodded. “But for how long?” “She gave us a name. That’s more than most people get before they’re silenced.” “Not good enough.” Fiona turned, her voice sharp. “We need to push harder, faster. Morrigan’s not going to slow down.” Darwin didn’t argue. He knew she was right. Thalassa entered with Marcus trailing behind, a tablet in hand. “We have something,” Marcus announced. “Sofia’s notes—we decrypted some of her files. She was onto a major asset transfer. Morrigan’s been funneling funds to offshore accounts und

The early morning light filtered weakly through the grimy windows of the temporary hideout. Fiona sat with her hands wrapped around a steaming mug of black coffee, her eyes fixed on the faded map spread across the wooden table. Red and black ink dotted the surface, indicating strongholds, escape routes, and key players loyal to Morrigan. Each mark told a story of manipulation, violence, and the thin web of power Morrigan spun so precisely. But that web was fraying. Across the room, Darwin leaned over a tablet, reviewing the footage from the hotel. Sofia Laurent was still alive—barely—but she had been moved into protective custody under heavy security. Her one whispered word had shifted the tide. Morrigan had gone from shadowy threat to active executioner in the eyes of those still sitting on the fence. And that changed everything. "They tried to silence her," Fiona said softly, her voice tight. "They almost succeeded." Darwin looked up, his expression grim. "But she didn’t die. A