Chapter 65

MARCO

I paced around the control room, feeling the weight of the plan on my shoulders. The surveillance monitors blinked with static and video feeds from various cameras around the target area. Tony was hunched over a desk, scribbling notes, his eyes never leaving the screens. We were all on edge, waiting for Cain to make his move.

“Keep your eyes sharp,” I said to Tony. “We need every detail.”

He nodded, adjusting the volume on the mic. “Got it.”

The screens showed a steady stream of people passing by, along with a few suspicious cars. I tried to ignore the gnawing worry in my gut. This was a delicate operation. One slip-up, and it could all fall apart.

Suddenly, I spotted Cain walking into the frame. My heart skipped a beat. I glanced at Tony, who was already focusing on the feed.

Petrov’s voice crackled through the speakers. “Cain, do you read me?”

Cain’s reply came through clearly. “Loud and clear.”

“Good,” Petrov said, sounding calm but authoritative. “Describe the place for me.