Chapter 122 Baiting The Fire

• By morning, the plan was starting to take shape.
• The air inside the safehouse buzzed with movement. Bishop’s monitors flickered nonstop, bits of data and schematics rolling across the screens. Coffee cups sat half-empty on the table, forgotten in the rush of strategy. Ellerei stood with her arms folded, jaw tight as she traced a red line on the map spread across the wall. Knox stood beside her, his body radiating heat and focus, eyes tracking every detail she pointed to.
• "We hit this drop zone," she said, tapping a spot on the map near the west docks. "Rico’s crew has eyes on it, but it’s just far enough from Moretti’s territory to look like someone else is planting bait. We feed Rico what he wants—confirmation that Moretti's sniffing too close to his accounts."