The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the city in a veil of shadows. Streetlights flickered on, their dim glow barely piercing the encroaching darkness. The night was alive with the hum of anticipation, a city on the brink of upheaval. In a small room of their safe house, Max, Rachel, and Evelyn huddled around a table cluttered with maps, documents, and weapons.
Max's voice cut through the tension like a knife. "We hit them tonight. We've got one shot to take down Moretti's last stronghold and end this for good."
Rachel nodded, her eyes hard with determination. "Leo confirmed the location?"
Max's jaw tightened. "Yeah. The club on Fifth and Main. It's Moretti's last refuge. He's gathered his loyalists there, trying to make a final stand."
Evelyn's smile was cold, her fingers tracing the edge of a blade. "Good. It's time to end this."
