Ambushed

A few hours after Azrael's ledger retrieval commenced…

Rage Del Valle leaned back in his leather chair, the shadows from the room casting a menacing aura around his brooding figure. His eyes, cold and calculating, skimmed the report laid out before him. The man across from him was trembling, unsure how to proceed.

Rage was away for only a few days, handling a critical business transaction overseas, and yet, his world was unraveling the wrong way.

"The ledger is gone," the man stammered, nervously shifting his weight from foot to foot.

Rage's jaw clenched. His fingers tapped methodically on the polished surface of his desk. "Gone?" he repeated, his voice a low, dangerous growl.

"Yes, sir. The information we received indicates that it was…your son. Azrael, who infiltrated the safehouse and took the ledger," the man added, wincing as if bracing for Rage's reaction.