Three Caruso safehouses burned in one night.
Raven moved alone. No backup. No permission.
She slipped out of the De Luca mansion well after midnight, dressed in tight black tactical gear she had taken from the armory. The fabric hugged her body, allowing her to move fast and quiet. A silenced pistol sat against her hip, two sharp knives strapped to her thighs, and a small pack with extra ammo and charges on her back. She hot-wired one of the unmarked cars in the garage, the engine purring low as she drove into the dark streets without looking back once.
The old Raven would have asked for orders. The new Raven didn't.
