The three men moved with a silent, professional efficiency. They were not here to intimidate. They were here to complete a task.
Jessica was their primary target. Two of them flanked her, their movements quick and precise, cutting off any chance of escape. The third, a large, imposing figure who was clearly the leader, walked directly toward Kofi and Nina.
"The briefcase," the man said, his voice a low, calm, and utterly chilling command. "And the girl. No one has to get hurt."
It was a lie. A calm, professional, and completely transparent lie.
Kofi's mind was racing. He looked at Nina, a silent, frantic conversation passing between them. They were outmatched. They were cornered. A direct, physical confrontation was not just a losing battle; it was a suicide mission.
'We have to run. We have to create a diversion.'
Nina, as always, was one step ahead of him. "Jake!" she shouted into her phone, which was still on an open line to their overwatch team. "Now!"
