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57: the storm before the war
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Jamal sat in the dimly lit safe house, his hands clasped together as he studied the map spread across the wooden table. The walls were covered with photographs, notes, and red lines connecting faces, locations, and events—everything they had gathered on The Broker and the remnants of the Syndicate. It had taken months to reach this point, and now, everything was coming to a head.

Malik leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching Jamal with a concerned expression. “You’re too quiet, bro. That’s never a good sign.”

Jamal exhaled. “Just thinking. The Broker’s next move won’t be simple. We’re running out of time.”

Khalil, who was loading rounds into a pistol, smirked. “That’s why we strike first.”

Nadine stood near the window, watching the street below. “It’s not that easy. We don’t know where The Broker actually is. We just know the people who work for him. And from what we’ve seen, he’s got his hands in everything—politics, business, crime. Taking him down isn’t like taking down Jul
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