The city's neon haze flickered through the cracked windows of the safehouse, casting ghostly reflections on the walls. Max sat hunched over a cluttered table, his eyes scanning the latest intel Cassandra had provided. The map was marked with potential targets, Kane's operations spread across the urban sprawl like a malignant tumor.
He glanced up as Mia entered, her footsteps soft against the worn floorboards. "Any movement?" he asked, his voice a gravelly whisper.
"Nothing significant," Mia replied, her gaze steady. "Kane's laying low. Probably licking his wounds."
Max nodded, his mind racing with possibilities. "We need to press our advantage. Hit him where it hurts."
Elena joined them, her presence a quiet intensity. "I've got contacts looking into his financials. We cut off his money, he'll be desperate."
