At the Black Spider gang base of operations, tension hung thick in the air. Olivia and Gen stood crowded around a large table covered with maps, each one marked with notes and potential leads. It had been three days since Ezra disappeared, and frustration was mounting with each passing hour.
Gen paced back and forth, her steps heavy and her expression set in a fierce scowl. "This is ridiculous," she muttered, running a hand through her hair. "We've searched everywhere, and he's still missing. We should be out there, taking action, not standing around staring at maps."
Olivia, standing at the opposite end of the table, remained calm but equally concerned. Her eyes scanned the maps, looking for any clue they might have missed. "We need to be methodical, Gen. Rushing in without a plan won't help Ezra. We need to understand what happened."
