The relentless drizzle blurred the neon-lit streets into a watercolor of chaos. Max Carter, cigarette hanging loosely from his lips, stared out the window of the safe house. The rain pounded like a steady drumbeat, a reminder that time was running out. Each droplet seemed to whisper a countdown to the inevitable confrontation with Elena Garcia.
Inside, the room was charged with an electric tension. Mia, her fingers dancing over the keyboard, orchestrated the next phase of their plan. The senator sat slumped in a corner, a man unraveling under the weight of his own deceit. Max watched him with a mix of pity and disdain.
"You better keep your end of the bargain," Max growled, his voice cutting through the oppressive silence.
The senator's eyes flickered with fear. "I will. Just... make sure she doesn't find me."
Max nodded curtly, then turned to Mia. "How's the leak progressing?"
