A heavy chill seemed to creep out from the walls of Jax's living room, mixing with the scent of cold coffee and thin cigarette smoke. On the large glass table, shipping manifests, copies of Project Orion-78's logistics, and forged medical records from Saint Mary Hospital were scattered everywhere.
Daniel, Jax, Leo, and Sebastian sat around the table, each buried in a tense silence. They were trying to map out what was left of Nathan's conspiracy, searching for any legal or tactical loophole they could use to finally strike back.
Every now and then, Leo tapped his fingers against the leather armrest of the sofa, his sharp eyes sweeping through the numbers of the illegal transactions in Slither Ring. Across from him, Sebastian sat rigidly, massaging his temples as a sudden headache kicked in from the mismatched data.
Jax, meanwhile, was still busy flipping through a brown folder, his face showing a rare look of pure seriousness.
