Black Network
"Takahashi's Vanguard shooters haven't shown their faces since the shootout."
"The bastards are just licking their wounds," Dominic set the pen down, leaning back. "They're trying to figure out what we're gonna do next."
The heavy oak door swung open, and Lina walked into the room, her high heels clicking sharply against the marble entryway. She wore a sharp, tailored black suit, carrying a sleek silver digital tablet in her right hand.
She stopped right at the edge of the desk, her face tight as she tapped the glass screen. "We're running out of room, Dom."
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