The syndicate's siren.

others. She was a master of urban camouflage, her every step silent, her presence fading into the deeper shadows. Even the damp, earthy smell rising from the gutters felt like an extension of her

ce replied. "The data packets for the retrieval are being uploaded now. Remember, the client is most interested in any files related to 'Project Chimera' or 'Lineage Holdings.' These are the keywords." Zara frowned, a slight crease appearing between her expressive eyes. Project Chimera? Lineage Holdings? These names meant nothing to her, but they sounded less like typical syndicate jargon and more like... something else. Scientific? Historical? It added another layer of mystery to the already complex assignment. Her expertise was in termination, not corporate espionage. Yet, an assassin always followed the client's instructions, no matter how unusual. As she connected the device to a secure, satellite-linked terminal, Zara thought about Dante Moretti again. There was something about him, a raw power that transcended mere wealth or brute force. She'd seen men like him before, powerful figures who exuded authority, but Dante carried it differently. His arrogance wasn't just a facade; it felt ingrained, a part of his very being. And that spark of intuition she'd felt while observing him... it was a flicker she'd encountered only once before, in a long-ago, forgotten life. It was almost like... a ghost of her own past, echoing back at her. Her fingers danced over the holographic keyboard, the faint blue light illuminating the sharp planes of her attractive face. She navigated through firewalls and encrypted layers with the fluidity of a seasoned hacker. This was the less glamoro