Page 43 of Faron (The Golden Team #8)

Everyone was here.

Cyclone stood beside the monitor, arms crossed. Raven, Gage, Gideon, and Oliver took up the rear. Even Oliver—who usually skipped ops briefings unless something needed shooting—was here.

On the side benches, Kat, Emery, and Beatrice worked like intel agents—taking notes, pulling background data, running names through facial rec software.

I stood at the front.

“Marquez gave us one key name,” I began. “Salvador Reyes. Financial hub behind the cartel network. Launders money through ‘youth charities’—all fake fronts. He’s the one buying up land near Julia’s Place.”

Cyclone flipped to the next slide. Reyes in a suit, shaking hands with a city councilman.

“He wants to crush the rec center before it even opens,” Cyclone added.

“Not happening,” Oliver said, voice like a slammed door.

“We’ve identified four more names from the list who haven’t been hit yet,” Gage said. “They don’t know they’re being hunted.”

Kat leaned forward. “So we go public? Warn everyone?”

“No,” I said. “We go quiet. Fast. We take Reyes down before he makes his next move. And we make sure every name on that list lives to see another sunrise.”

Raven grinned. “Now we’re talking.”

Cyclone just nodded. “Let’s burn this thing to the ground.”