Lure them out

The morning sun filtered through the blinds of Remo's study, casting long shadows on the polished wooden floor. Tony stood by the large window, arms crossed as he stared out over the sprawling city. His mind was racing, piecing together the fragments of the attack from the previous night.

Remo sat behind his desk, his face hardened with determination. The events of the last few days played over and over in his mind. Abby's paranoia, the assassin, and the cryptic warning about someone close to her—it all pointed to something much bigger than he had initially realized.

"We're missing something," Tony said, breaking the silence, his voice deep and steady. "This attack wasn't random. It was too clean, too well thought out."