The locker room was silent except for the rhythmic clicking of Jack's pen against the table, his thoughts swirling like a storm. Aiden sat across from him, head down, scrolling through encrypted files on a stolen flash drive—their only chance at unraveling the tangled web of corruption strangling the league. The stakes were higher than they'd ever imagined. This wasn't just about winning or losing anymore; it was about bringing the truth to light, even if it cost them everything.
"Once this goes out, there's no going back," Jack said, breaking the silence. His voice was low, steady, but heavy with the weight of impending consequences.
Aiden nodded without looking up from the screen. "I know."
