As soon as the final signature was scrawled, Silas picked up the documents and tucked them neatly into his jacket. He looked down at the broken, weeping billionaire.
"The Syndicate sends its regards," Silas whispered.
Phut.
The next morning, the sun rose over a city whose financial landscape had been permanently, violently altered.
Kaya sat at the massive obsidian-glass table in the Vanguard Global boardroom. She was dressed in a pristine white suit, looking the picture of perfect, unbothered corporate elegance. Veer stood in his customary position behind her right shoulder, while Cutie guarded the heavy double doors.
The doors opened, and Graves walked in. He was carrying a heavy, locked titanium briefcase.
He set it down on the glass table and entered the biometric code. The briefcase popped open.
