Judas entered the room, finding Stephen and Matthew locked in a heated discussion. Their raised voices and tense body language indicated a contentious debate, but Judas didn't hesitate. He had a purpose."Stephen, I hope I'm not wearing out my welcome with all these questions," Judas said, approaching him.Stephen's expression darkened, his frustration boiling over. "Honestly, I'm sick of your questions!" he exclaimed, slamming his fist on the table. "Can't you see we're busy? I don't have time for another inquiry. Just leave me alone!"Matthew shot Judas an apologetic glance, sensing the tension.Judas, however, remained composed. "I understand your frustration, Stephen, but I must press on. My questions are crucial.""No, boy, you can't leave that easily," Judas said with a chuckle. "You should know by now that you can't escape unless I permit it."Stephen's eyes flashed with anger."You still have unfinished business here," Judas continued. "Don't you recall your task?"Stephen's v

Smith's expression turned cold, his eyes narrowing. "No, he didn't. I sent him to gather intel on Matthew, but I haven't received any updates."Eric's brow furrowed, concern etched on his face. "I wondered what might have happened to him. He's usually reliable."Smith's jaw clenched, his voice laced with irritation. "Nothing's happened to him. I think he's trying to play smart, possibly hiding something."Eric's eyes widened, alarm creeping in. "What makes you think that?"Smith's gaze turned distant, his mind racing. "The lack of communication, the complete radio silence... it's not like him. Something's off."Eric leaned in, his voice lowering. "Do you think he's been compromised?"Smith's eyes snapped back to Eric, his expression grim. "I don't know, but I intend to find out."Eric stepped forward, his voice filled with conviction. "Boss, Stephen can't betray us. He's been a faithful servant for years, always loyal."Smith settled into his chair, a hint of skepticism on his face. H

"Alright, Alex, this is the plan," Tyler began, his voice low and urgent. "Sanya, your mission is to keep a close eye on Smith and his crew. Listen in on every conversation, no matter how insignificant it seems. Make sure your decoder remains hidden, and don't get distracted by the music or atmosphere."Sanya nodded, her eyes locked onto Tyler's. "Got it. I'll stay focused."Tyler continued, "And most importantly, avoid taking any drinks from their table or anywhere in the club. We can't trust Smith."Alex chimed in, his expression grim. "We all need to be cautious. Smith's reputation precedes him – ruthless and cunning. He might have compromised the club's staff, drugging drinks to manipulate or gather intel."Sanya's grip on her decoder tightened. "I'll keep my wits about me."Tyler's gaze swept the room. "We're dealing with a master manipulator. Stay vigilant, and we'll uncover Smith's true intentions."The air was thick with tension as the team acknowledged the risks and their rol

Smith's eyes tracked Luna Jasmine's departure, his expression thoughtful as he processed the intensity of the exchange. He swiftly picked up his phone, his fingers moving with practiced ease, the soft glow of the screen illuminating his focused face.He dialed Matthew's number, the ringing tone echoing through the silence, filling the room with anticipation. Matthew didn't answer, leaving Smith's brow furrowed in concern. He redialed, his patience unwavering.This time, Matthew picked up on the first ring. "Matthew, I just need a few words with you," Smith said, his voice low and measured, careful not to betray the urgency brewing inside."Go on," Matthew replied, his tone cautious, guarded."Alpha Xavier's situation is escalating," Smith continued, his words dripping with gravity. "Luna Jasmine has given him an ultimatum. The tension is palpable, and I fear the consequences if left unchecked."Matthew's pause was brief, a moment of strategic silence. "What's the timeline?" he asked,

Matthew stood up from his seat, his movements deliberate and cautious. He walked silently towards the door, his eyes fixed on the peephole. He leaned in, his face inches from the small circular lens, and peered through the hole. For a fleeting moment, Judas lost track of Matthew's intentions."I just have to check if the boy is still in," Matthew explained, his voice low and measured, as he continued to scan the other side of the door."Of course, he should be in," Judas replied, his tone matter-of-fact, but laced with a hint of curiosity.Matthew stepped back from the door, his gaze lingering on the peephole for a fraction of a second before shifting to Judas. "I ought to call Tyler," he said, his expression thoughtful.Judas's eyes narrowed slightly, his interest piqued. "Now?" he asked, his voice tinged with a subtle skepticism.Matthew nodded, his jaw set in determination. "Yes, now. We can't afford to wait." With that, he pulled out his phone and began dialing Tyler's number, his