Shadows of Retribution
Despite the victory in Singapore, a sense of unfinished business loomed over the team. Phantom had slipped through their grasp once more, and every move they made only seemed to reveal how deep his network ran. Nitya sat in the dimly lit safe house, staring at the decrypted data Vlada had recovered, a map of red links sprawling across the screen like a web of veins.
Ayan entered, his expression grim. "Interpol intercepted one of Phantom's lieutenants in Zurich. He claims Phantom is consolidating power—preparing for something bigger."
Nitya glanced at the map, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the desk. "We cut off his finances, crippled his operations, and still, he's adapting. We need to hit him where it hurts."
Vlada leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "And where exactly is that? Every lead we chase turns into a ghost trail."
