ity in a gauze of gray mist. Alessandro stood atop a private high-

h three minor syndicates tomorrow," Marco's voice crackl

ed. "Send the locatio

gauze, pounding into a suspended sandbag. Sweat rolled do

y," Marco said, watching

to just be stronger. I want to be faster, sharp

aid. "That's why

again. "Then I'll take the

t efficiency. He wore tactical gear under a long coat, sleek and ready. They moved throug

tskirts of the city-opulent decay, hollowed beauty, a

uching behind fallen velvet curtains. Alessan

Alvarez, a former Spanish trafficker-wore a silver pin that confirmed Matt

r pistol steady at her thigh. One wro

movement above.

dro's voice murmured through her earpi

yes?" Elena

uld

d. "I'm g

or the

opera's ruined stage and ducked behind marble columns

livery by the end of

But not if we're

ilent alarm had tripped. T

" Alessand

d. "I'm takin

ate. Her boot collided with Rico's knee, and he dropped. She

balcony, firing at the s

d-Marco's doing. Vis

ridor!" he bar

hrough the haze, emerging onto

the war room table. "She's moving funds and weapons

the map. "Then that

ed against the window, watching drop

ssion," she whispered

pawn," Alessandro said. "Now let's

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