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Havoc

We don’t stop.

Not for sleep.

Not for food.

Not for anything.

We hit the second location before dawn.

Another warehouse.

Smaller.

But connected.

Blaze breaches.

Ace clears.

Wolf secures.

I move straight for the office.

Rip open drawers.

Files.

Drives.

Anything.

Saint is already in my ear.

“You’re getting close,” he says.

“I know.”

Because I can feel it.

This is tightening.

Closing in.

Then—

I find it.

A ledger.

Handwritten.

Old school.

Untraceable.

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