The city streets glowed under the dim neon lights as Ochieng walked through the underground passage leading to the hidden base. Every step echoed in the silence, his mind racing with a dozen possibilities. The Glowtune Syndicate had made their move, and now it was his turn.
Jeff, Paul, and Eugene were already waiting inside when he arrived. Lucy sat at a table, a holographic map projected before her, red markers blinking in multiple locations.
"Tell me what we've got," Ochieng demanded.
Lucy adjusted the projection. "Glowtune has been expanding silently for months. They own multiple clubs, casinos, and private properties under fake names. Their key figures remain hidden, but we identified a pattern."
Jeff leaned forward. "They operate in layers. The ones we see are just puppets. The real power is behind closed doors."
Ochieng's gaze darkened. "Then we need to tear those doors down."
Victoria entered the room, her heels clicking against the cold floor. "I have information."
The room tensed. Victoria was dangerous—unpredictable.
She smirked. "Relax, gentlemen. I'm not here to betray you. Yet." She tossed a file onto the table. "This contains the locations of Glowtune's hidden operations. And the name of the man running the show."
Ochieng picked up the file, flipping through it. His fingers stopped on a name. "Walter…"
Paul exhaled sharply. "I thought he was dead."
Victoria chuckled. "That's what he wanted you to think."
Silence filled the room. Walter was a legend—someone who thrived in the shadows, never seen, never caught. If he was behind Glowtune, this was bigger than any of them had imagined.
Ochieng closed the file. "Then we hit them where it hurts."
Lucy nodded. "I've mapped out their shipment routes. We can intercept their next move."
Jeff cracked his knuckles. "Time to send a message."
Ochieng's lips curled into a cold smirk. "No. Time to start a war."