The Kill Switch

Caleb's eyes flicked over the data, absorbing every line, every hidden layer of meaning. The file wasn't just a transaction log—it was a blueprint. A carefully orchestrated network of financial movements, shell accounts, and encrypted communications, all tying back to Malik. But it wasn't the money laundering or the illicit trades that made Caleb's pulse quicken. It was the final detail. Malik had been funneling resources into an off-the-books operation, something the syndicate wasn't meant to know about. A side project, hidden even from Dante. That alone was dangerous. But the real problem? Malik hadn't been acting alone.

Lyra's voice was quiet. "This is a direct link to an outside player. Not just someone buying influence—this is a partnership."

Caleb's jaw tightened. Malik had been making moves behind Dante's back, preparing for something bigger. If Dante found out, Malik wouldn't just lose his standing—he'd lose his life. And that meant Caleb finally had something he could use.

Lyra tapped a few keys, eyes scanning the deeper layers of encryption. "The communication logs are partially corrupted, but I can pull out timestamps. The last exchange was… two days ago."

Caleb's mind raced. That meant whatever Malik was planning was still active. He hadn't finished making his move yet. There was still time to get ahead of him.

Lyra's fingers stopped on the keyboard. "Wait."

Caleb turned to her. "What?"

She hesitated, then rotated the screen so he could see. "The last message wasn't from Malik. It was from the other side. And it wasn't instructions."

Caleb read the decrypted line, his pulse quickening. Confirm readiness. Initiate final phase.

Lyra exhaled. "Whoever Malik's working with, they're ready to move."

Caleb straightened. "Then we need to move first."

Lyra ran a hand through her hair, thinking. "We need to get this to Dante."

Caleb hesitated. He had wanted leverage, something to use against Malik. But this—this wasn't just leverage. This was a declaration of war. If Dante saw this, there would be no negotiating, no power plays. There would only be blood.

Lyra watched him. "You're thinking too much."

Caleb exhaled. "I just need to be sure."

Lyra leaned forward. "You don't have time to be sure. Malik's already moving. We either use this now or we get buried with it."

Caleb stared at the screen. She was right.

He reached for his phone.

It was time to end this.