The Saboteur’s Gambit

Underground bunker, where the coalition plans their next move. Bintang leans over a digital map of the Dragon Line, his expression tense. Felix stands nearby, arms crossed, as Nyasha "Storm" Tende walks into the room.

"You’re late, Storm."

"Timing’s everything, sweetheart. Let me show you what I brought."

She plugs a sleek device into the main terminal. The map lights up with red markers. "Those are the Syndicate’s blind spots. Vulnerable entry points in their transport network."

Felix raises an eyebrow. "How do we know this isn’t a trap?"

Nyasha smirks, leaning against the table. "Because if it were, you’d already be in handcuffs. Trust me or don’t, but I didn’t leave my old life behind for nothing."

A high-security Syndicate data center, surrounded by jungle. Nyasha and her team crouch in the shadows outside the facility.

Nyasha whispering. "This is the nerve center. Once I’m in, you’ll have ten minutes to plant the decoys."