The next three weeks were a blur of planning, preparation, and careful coordination.
We converted the restaurant's back office into an operations center. Installed secure phones, encrypted computers, brought in people we trusted.
Connor took point on security. "We need a team. Minimum eight people, all with tactical training. This isn't a Commission operation, so we can't use our usual contacts. We need people outside the network."
"I know people," Elena said. "From my time with the Bratva. Former soldiers, security contractors. People who work for the right reasons, not just money."
"Can we trust them?"
"With my life. I already have."
Rosa handled logistics. Safe houses for the girls once we got them out. Medical personnel. Trauma counselors. Documentation specialists who could help them get new identities if needed.
