Inside a dimly lit room in an undisclosed location, the tension was palpable. The air was thick with cigarette smoke, the faint scent of alcohol lingering in the background.
Three men sat around a battered wooden table, their faces partially obscured by the dim light of a single overhead bulb.
Opposite them stood a woman, her stance firm and her eyes blazing with intensity. Her name was Tacha, and she was the kind of person you didn't cross lightly.
"They've gotten Donovan, and we have to get him out," Tacha announced, her voice cutting through the oppressive silence like a blade.
Darwin, the burliest of the three men, leaned forward, his expression a mixture of disbelief and irritation.
"Are you crazy, bitch?! Donovan was sent to a maximum-security prison. How the hell do you plan to break him out of there?" he snapped, his voice rising with each word.
