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Nazari pulled up a file on the screen. Grainy surveillance photos from various operations across the Middle East. Women in tactical gear extracting victims from compounds and brothels. Professional. Skilled. Ghosts who appeared and disappeared without leaving traces.
They'd taken his wife. His son. His prisoners. His dignity.
And they would pay for it.
He didn't know where they were based. Didn't know their names or their operational patterns. But he had time. He had resources. He had motivation that burned hotter than any mission objective.
Shadow Veil had made an enemy. They'd interfered with his business. Stolen what belonged to him. Humiliated him in frontof his associates and competitors. That kind of slight couldn't be ignored. Wouldn't be forgiven.
Nazari closed the laptop and looked out the window at the Syrian night. Somewhere out there, those women were continuing their operations. Continuing to disrupt his business and the business of men like him. Continuing to believe they were untouchable.
They were wrong.
He would find them. Would learn their patterns and their weaknesses. Would wait for the right moment. Would strike when they least expected it.
And this time, there would be no rescue. No extraction. No escape.
This time, he would make them pay for everything they'd taken from him.
Shadow Veil had won the battle. But the war was just beginning.
Nazari smiled in the darkness. They thought they were safe. Thought they'd gotten away with it.
They had no idea what was coming.
And by the time they realized their mistake, it would be too late.
