Silas stood in the center of his underground facility's command room, surrounded by holographic displays of financial data, surveillance footage, and classified communications.
The room was completely silent but the weight of the information before him made the air feel thick and oppressive.
The Black Hand had always been somewhat of an enigmatic entity in Silas's mind, a shadowy force pulling strings behind the scenes.
He had known they were powerful, ruthless, and deeply entrenched in global affairs. But as he stood there, the true scale of their influence unfurled before him, and it was far worse than he had ever imagined.
"This is insane," Silas muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.
He had known they orchestrated pandemics and epidemics, spreading diseases to profit from pre-developed drugs, but the information in front of him went far beyond that.
