"What could Nexus possibly want? Does he have any inkling of my involvement in that incident?" Mike wondered, his mental gears turning with a rapidity. The night of the attempted assassination at the hotel lingered in his memory. He had been present, orchestrating a calculated plan to unsettle Nexus, the satisfaction of a plan well-executed. However, the sudden intrusion of the assassin had forced Mike into an unexpected retreat, shrouded in the shadows to avoid detection.
"Did Nexus catch a glimpse of my involvement that night? Or is this about something else entirely?" Mike pondered, the analytical edge of his thoughts slicing through the uncertainty. The notion that Angel might have inadvertently revealed details gnawed at the corners of his consciousness, but he swiftly dismissed it, as he rationalized that Angel had been asleep throughout the entire ordeal, but a lingering uncertainty lingered in the recesses of his thoughts.
