Clarissa moves through the dimly lit corridors of an abandoned hotel in central Jakarta, the weight of her discoveries pressing against her ribs like a vice. Mei Ling’s biotech empire is a façade, a tangled web of money laundering, human experimentation, and corporate espionage. She had thought she was one step ahead—until now.
The meeting request had come through an encrypted channel, allegedly from a whistleblower within the Nine Dragons. The promise of a data leak implicating top government officials had been too tempting to ignore. But something about the location, the precision of the drop point, feels off.
She adjusts the strap of her concealed firearm as she approaches the rendezvous point. A flickering streetlamp casts distorted shadows across the pavement. Zhu Fen’s influence is all over this setup—too clean, too well-timed.