Across from her, Agent Collins leaned back, sceptical. “You’re asking us to move before we’re ready. If we strike too soon, we risk everything.” Her stare fixed on him, steely as steel. “If you wait, you hand Damon the keys to CrossCorp and my family’s grave. He won’t stop, Collins. You know that. He thrives on hesitation.” The agent scrutinised her, but she pressed forward, voice low and urgent. “You’ve seen the numbers—his offshore accounts, the shell corporations, the weapons. He’s prepared for war, not business. You move immediately, or you’ll be cleaning bodies off the street.” Silence extended, disturbed only by the buzz of machines. Finally, Collins exhaled. “You have gall, I’ll give you that. You truly believe you can trap him? "I don't think so." She leaned forward, her eyes shining. "I know." Her phone rang. She picked it up and read the latest message, which made her throat feel tight. The FBI agent in charge says, "We're ready." But Damon's guys are everywhere. Lyra
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