The syndicate's siren.

ith the night, making her almost impossible to see. Her eyes, as sharp as an eagle's, studied the tall glass building across the street. This was where her target, Dante Moretti, worked. Tonight

m seem scarier. But now, she wasn't so sure. She'd tried to get close to him before, but something always went wrong. A sudden security check, lights going out for no reason, or a crowd of people blocking her way. It felt like more than just bad luck. It felt like someone was watching out for him. Tonight, she wasn't trying to catch him. She was just watching, learning his habits, finding the weak spots in his strong defenses. She saw a shape move in the brightly lit office. Even from far away, the man felt big and powerful. Dante Moretti was like a huge lion wearing a nice suit. He waved his hand, probably telling someone what to do. His back was straight, his chin high, showing how arrogant and dominating he was. He thought he was in charge of everything. Zara believed men like him were bad, like weeds that needed to be pulled out. It was her job to clean them away. A deep rumble of a strong car engine caught her ear. A long, black car, like a giant beetle, pulled up to the building's special entrance. This was his car, always there at exactly 12:15 AM. On time, exact, easy to guess. Or so it seemed. "He's getting ready to leave," Zara reported, her voice calm and steady. "Same time as always." "Okay, Ghost. Remember what we need to do," Caspian said. "This isn't just about stopping