"...That's all the intelligence I managed to overhear from the Cards' internal communications."
In an alley within a vagrant district of Federal Los Angeles, a tall man dressed in red, wearing a red hat and sunglasses, stood up from a bench with a mobile phone in hand. He responded in a low voice, "Thanks, Spade K."
"I haven't heard that name in days..." the person on the other end laughed. "Be very careful. This time, the Cards... are not just the Cards. To my knowledge, at least four national powers are also involved. Even in the history of the Cards, this is a rare, large-scale assassination operation. You should give up on this opportunity for now. After all, offending the Cards is a different concept from offending a few countries..."
"Isn't that even better?"
Stedley snorted coldly. "Opportunities to drag the Cards' reputation through the mud are scarce. If their assassination fails this time, will other countries still believe in the Cards' strength?"
