Chapter 153: Introducing Nicolau

Through Ciano's communicator lenses Richard's eyes, usually pools of calm, held a determined glint as he turned to Ciano, a subtle nod passing between them. "It's time, bring him in." he murmured, his voice a low, resonant hum that Ciano, with his enhanced senses, perfectly caught.

Ciano responded with an equally subtle, almost imperceptible shift in his posture, a silent acknowledgment of the monumental task ahead.

The scent of processed coca leaf hung heavy in the air, a familiar perfume to Nicolau Silva. He sat at a crude wooden desk in a makeshift office, deep within one of his primary cocaine production sites.