Chapter 16 - THE GHOSTS OF ODESSA
The Odessa Syndicate was notorious across international intelligence circles for leaving scorched-earth trails behind their targets.
Operating out of dark-web brokerages and deep-cover sleeper cells, they specialized in silent, untraceable assassinations.
Elena locked herself in the tactical armory beneath the dining club, cleaning her custom-fitted sidearm with meticulous precision.
Marcus stood by the heavy steel door, watching her hands move over the mechanical parts with terrifying familiarity.
"You never told me you were hunted by international syndicates when you applied for the floor shift," Marcus teased dryly.
"You never asked about my resume, Marcus. You only asked if I could handle arrogant executives," Elena retorted without looking up.
"Fair point. Do we need to deploy our offshore security battalions to neutralize their entry points?" Marcus asked seriously.
"No. If we deploy a battalion, they scatter into the shadows. We have to draw them out into the open," Elena planned.
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"And how do we do that?" Marcus inquired, blowing a ring of blue smoke toward the reinforced ceiling vents.
"By using the dining room as bait. They think I'm just a vulnerable waitress hiding behind a wealthy boss," Elena smiled coldly.
