The city had a way of chewing up souls and spitting them out into the gutter. Max Slade knew this all too well. He stood in his dimly lit office, staring out the rain-streaked window. The neon glow from the street below flickered, casting shadows that danced like ghosts across the walls. His mind churned over the latest intel: The Broker. An elusive figure who'd been pulling strings from the shadows, orchestrating the chaos.
Mia entered, her expression as grim as the weather. "Got a lead," she said, dropping a file on his desk. "Raven's info checks out. The Broker's hosting a gathering tomorrow night. High-profile players. If we hit this right, we can take down his whole network."
Max flipped through the pages, each name and photograph a reminder of the darkness they fought against. "Location?"
"An abandoned theater on the east side. Heavy security, but I've mapped out a few entry points," Mia replied, her voice edged with determination.
