Adler Mansion – Strategy Room. The air is tight with silence, broken only by the quiet shuffling of papers and the click of a lighter as Silvio Caruso lights a cigarette.
Silvio Caruso
So… we’re sure about the intel? No more ghosts?
Georgie May Adler (fl)
(Coldly)
No ghosts. Just the bastard who thought he could haunt my house from the inside.
Leonardo Valentini
(Stepping forward, laying a file on the table)
The traitor fed Russo locations, arms shipments, and names. But we fed him something too—false routes. He walked right into our fire.
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