The watch chimed softly in confirmation. The holographic images faded, leaving only the dim hospital lighting and the faint scent of disinfectant in the air.
Outside the window, the city remained dark and quiet. Inside the room, the list of people who would eventually need to be dealt with had just become much clearer — and far more dangerous.
I rested my head back against the pillow, eyes still open, already turning over the first possible approaches in my mind.
Eight high-level members.
One empress of money.
One doctor who wanted to live forever, no matter how many bodies she had to break along the way.
The night was still young, and the real work was only beginning.
I considered the usual methods — meeting them one by one, applying pressure, gradually bringing them under control. After a moment, I discarded the idea. It was inefficient.
