The sun had barely risen, casting long, gray shadows over the cabin as Max Hastings and Evelyn Fox sat by the fire, its embers still glowing from the night before. The air was thick with the scent of burnt wood and the unspoken tension that hung between them. They had taken down the Syndicate's leaders, but Max knew the game was far from over.
The Syndicate was like a hydra—cut off one head, and another would grow in its place. They had to find the source of its power, the man behind the curtain pulling all the strings.
Max's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as he stared into the dying flames. "We need to hit them harder," he said, breaking the silence. "Find their roots and rip them out."
Evelyn's eyes were sharp, reflecting the firelight. "And how do we do that? We've cut down their leadership, but their network is still out there. We need more than brute force. We need leverage."
