"What else, we kill him," Will replied. "He's too dangerous to be left alive."
Nakamura held up his hands, palms out. "Look, I know how this looks. But you don't have all the facts."
"Save it," Will snapped. "We know enough."
"No, you don't," Nakamura insisted. "Jean-Claude's operation goes deeper than you realize. I had to play along to get intel."
Gwen scoffed. "Bullshit. You're not some undercover hero. You're a traitor who got caught."
"I'm telling you the truth. Jean-Claude's planning something big. Something that'll make the clan look like saints in comparison."
"And we're supposed to just take your word for it?" Will asked.
"No, but—" Nakamura glanced between them. "Fuck, okay. I've got proof. Files. Recordings. It's all on a data chip."
"Where?" Gwen demanded.
"Hidden. I can take you there."
Will laughed. "Yeah, right. So you can lead us into a trap?"
"It's not a trap," Nakamura insisted. "I swear."
