It didn't take Kevin long to track down Sebastian Frost. His system's new capabilities made short work of the digital footprint Frost had tried so hard to erase. After a few hours of searching, Kevin pinpointed him: Monaco, holed up in one of the world's most exclusive casinos, living a quiet life off the radar.
Kevin arrived in Monaco later that evening, stepping off his private jet and heading straight for the casino. Inside, the place was dripping with wealth and status, the air thick with the scent of cigars and expensive cologne. At one of the tables, dressed in a sleek black suit, sat Sebastian Frost, nursing a glass of bourbon.
Kevin approached the table, pulling up a chair. Frost didn't look surprised to see him. In fact, he looked almost amused.
"Well, well," Frost said, swirling his glass. "Kevin Wright. The man who's making waves. I knew you'd find me eventually."
Kevin smirked. "Then you know why I'm here."
Frost leaned back in his chair, his eyes scanning the room before settling on Kevin. "I'm guessing you're here because of the Shadow Consortium. Let me guess—they've started messing with your business?"
Kevin nodded. "They made the first move. I'm here to make sure it's their last."
Frost chuckled. "Ambitious. But they're not just some rival business group, Kevin. They're an institution. They've controlled the world's wealth for centuries. You think you can just waltz in and take them down?"
Kevin's grin widened. "I don't think. I know."
Frost eyed him for a long moment, then smiled. "Alright. I'll help you. But you'd better be ready for what's coming next."