Silas sat in the command chair of his underground facility's central control room, surrounded by the glow of holographic displays.
"Luna,bring up the full report on the Black Hand," Silas said as he continued to study the holographic screen in front of him.
Immediately, an holographic screen with what looks like a sprawling web of data materialized in the air before him.
Lines crisscrossed a globe, connecting corporations, individuals, and secret organizations.
Names, faces, and corporate logos appeared, each representing a piece of the Black Hand's vast network.
Silas leaned forward, his eyes scanning the intricate web.
"This is more extensive than I expected," Silas muttered, his fingers brushing against a floating display. "They're really embedded everywhere."
{Indeed. The Black Hand's influence spans industries, governments, and intelligence agencies.
