The war room was alive with activity. Monitors displayed live feeds of coordinated raids across multiple countries. Law enforcement teams stormed Syndicate facilities, dismantling their operations piece by piece. James stood at the center of it all, his arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the screens.Kael entered the room, holding a tablet. “Just got confirmation—another shipment intercepted in Rotterdam. That makes twelve facilities down in the last 48 hours.”James nodded, his expression grim but satisfied. “It’s a start. The rest will follow.”Winter’s voice cut through the commotion. “I’ve traced the remaining financial backers. Emily’s team is already preparing the exposure campaign.”Kael grinned. “That’s going to sting. Nothing like dragging corrupt billionaires into the spotlight.”James’s voice was steady. “This only works if we stay ahead of them. The Syndicate thrives in the shadows. We drag them into the light, and they fall apart.”At Emily’s office, the atmosphere was just

Winter stared at her screen, her brow furrowed in concentration.Lines of code and surveillance logs flashed across the monitor, each revealing a puzzle piece that didn’t quite fit.Something was off, and she could feel it.Kael leaned against the doorway, sipping his coffee. “You’ve been at this for hours. Got anything?”Winter didn’t look up. “Plenty. None of it good.”“What are we dealing with?” James asked, entering the room, his presence commanding as always.Winter hesitated, her fingers pausing on the keyboard. “It’s someone on the inside. One of Emily’s advisors has been feeding intel to The Widow.”James’s eyes narrowed. “Who?”Winter’s voice was tight. “Paul Grayson. He’s been coordinating logistics for Emily’s company since the start of this mess.”Kael let out a low whistle. “The guy who’s always so helpful? Guess it’s always the ones you least expect.”James wasted no time, heading straight for Emily’s office. She was reviewing reports at her desk, her face calm but focus

The Widow’s breath was shallow, her back pressed against the cold stone wall. James’s grip was unrelenting, one hand pinning her wrist while his other hovered over the dead man’s switch.“Let it go,” James growled, his voice low and dangerous.Her lips curled into a mocking smile, her voice sharp. “You’re bold, Radcliffe. But boldness won’t save you. One wrong move, and we all burn.”James’s jaw tightened. “I don’t make wrong moves.”The Widow twisted suddenly, breaking free and aiming a sharp kick at James. He sidestepped, countering with a calculated punch that sent her staggering. The switch flew from her hand, skidding across the floor.“Winter, I need confirmation. Can the detonator still activate remotely?” James barked into his comms as he advanced.Winter’s voice came back, steady but urgent. “Not remotely. The device has to be manually triggered. Get to it before she does!”The Widow dove for the switch, but James intercepted her, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her back.

The headquarters was quieter than usual, but the weight of what they’d accomplished hung heavy in the air.James stood in the main briefing room, surrounded by his team, while Winter sat at her station, typing furiously.Screens around her displayed reams of data—records, account numbers, and connections all tied to the Syndicate.Kael leaned against the wall, arms crossed.“That’s it, then? We’re done?”Winter didn’t look up from her screen.“Not yet. The Widow’s fall gave us access to a treasure trove of intel, but there’s a lot to sort through. Sleeper agents, hidden funds, collaborators—we need to root out every last one.”James nodded, his expression grim.“Every loose end tied up. No one slips through.”Kael raised an eyebrow.“You think that’s even possible? The Syndicate had its claws in everything.”James’s voice was steady.“We don’t stop until it’s done.”In another part of the building, Emily stood in front of a mirror, adjusting her blazer.She was minutes away from addre

The interrogation room was colder than usual, or perhaps it just felt that way.Zhao sat at the table, handcuffed, his posture relaxed despite the weight of his situation.His smirk was firmly in place, as if he were the one holding all the cards.James entered, his footsteps deliberate and echoing in the silence.He placed a folder on the table, its contents thick with evidence of Zhao’s crimes.Without sitting, he leaned on the table, his eyes locked on Zhao.“This is your last chance,” James said, his tone sharp.“Who’s still out there? Who’s pulling the strings now that you’re finished?”Zhao chuckled softly, shaking his head.“Finished? My dear Radcliffe, you give yourself too much credit. You’ve barely scratched the surface.”James’s jaw tightened, but his voice remained steady.“You’re alone. The Syndicate is in ruins. You have nothing left.”Zhao leaned forward slightly, his smirk widening.“Nothing left? Oh, James. You’ve only pruned the tree, not uprooted it. The roots are s