Silas stood in his underground facility, staring at the holographic map before him. Red dots blinked across the globe, each marking the location of the last remnants of the Black Hand.
After their orchestrated world war had failed, they had gone into hiding. But Silas had been patient, watching them, tracking every move, and waiting for the right moment to strike.
Luna's voice broke the silence. {Master, all known Black Hand operatives have been located. Their key safe houses, hidden facilities, and covert assets are highlighted. These are their last strongholds.}
Silas's expression was cold, his voice even colder. "It's time to end this. I don't want a single one of them left standing."
{Understood. Deploying operational assets. Shall I initiate full-spectrum strikes?}
"No," Silas replied, his eyes narrowing. "This is personal. I'll handle this myself."
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