PHANTOM OF JUSTICE

Marcus crouched on the edge of a rooftop, his eyes scanning the streets below. Fidelity’s voice crackled in his earpiece. “Are you sure this is the right move?”

“I don’t think they’ll expect me,” Marcus replied, his voice low. “They think I’m dead. Let’s keep it that way.”

“The rumors are getting stronger,” she warned. “Some people are starting to connect the dots. You can’t keep this secret forever.”

Marcus clenched his jaw. “I’ll deal with it when the time comes.”

From the shadows below, he spotted a group of armed men emerging from a side alley. They wore dark clothes, but the insignia on their jackets gave them away. Trask’s syndicate.

“They’re moving the shipment,” Marcus muttered, his eyes narrowing.

“Backup’s still a few blocks away,” Fidelity said, typing frantically in the background. “You’re on your own for now.”

Marcus smirked. “I prefer it that way.”

Without another word, he vaulted off the rooftop, landing silently on the street. His movements were fluid, almost inhumanl
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