Maxwell's Club – The VIP Section
"I said," Crowe repeated, "You've been following me."
The operative stood frozen. The VIP section suddenly felt stifling, the music in the background fading into a distant hum as tension started to creep in
"I... I don't know what you're talking about," the operative said, trying to give the impression that he was confused.
Crowe smirked, "C'mon, save the act. You clearly don't belong here, and I don't like being followed. So why don't you tell me who sent you, and I might just let you walk out of here alive and in one piece."
The operative looked around, noting the subtle presence of two armed men stationed nearby—they were obviously Crowe's bodyguards.
Outside the club, Jayden was listening to their conversation through the operative's earpiece. "Fuck!" he muttered under his breath. "He's been leaked."
"Pull him out," Marcus's voice crackled over the comms.
