Chapter 9 - The Blueprint"Let's get down to business," Dante said, gesturing for Elena to take a seat at the table beside him.
He tapped a remote control, and the massive digital map shifted, zooming in on an abandoned meatpacking plant on the industrial outskirts of the city.
"This is the Varga cartel's primary holding facility," Dante explained, pointing a laser pointer at the red-marked building. "Our intelligence indicates your father is being held in the sub-level cold storage units."
One of the older capos, a scarred veteran named Salvatore, crossed his arms and scowled. "Boss, taking a civilian into a raid zone is a liability. Why are we dragging her along?"
Elena stood up before Dante could answer, her voice ringing clear and steady across the room.
"Because the security protocols protecting that sub-level vault were designed by my father," Elena said, meeting Salvatore's glare head-on. "The biometric locks, the encrypted firewalls—none of your men can bypass them without triggering an automatic data wipe. You need me."
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Dante watched her with a faint, appreciative smirk playing at the corner of his lips. He leaned back in his leather chair.
"She's right," Dante said, turning to Salvatore. "We go in at midnight. And Elena goes with my personal strike team."
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