Kain didn't sleep that night. He couldn't when he felt the danger of a mysterious organization closing in.
He activated his communicator and sent out short, vague messages. The words were deliberately plain, disguised as harmless phrases that would look like everyday updates if someone else read them. A request to "close the southern accounts." A reminder about "returning for unfinished ledger work."
But to Darius, Malzahir, and the others, the meaning was clear. Report. Immediately.
Then he waited.
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