Mr. X's office was dark, the low hum of servers filling the air like a heartbeat. He leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled under his chin, eyes narrowing at the monitor. The report blinked in stark, brutal simplicity: All four operatives neutralized. No breach of Brotherhood systems.
A snarl twisted his lips. "Damn it." His voice was low, dangerous, carrying a weight that made even the men in the room flinch. "They were sloppy."
He rose, pacing the length of his office, boots clicking against the polished concrete. His hands clutched the edge of the desk as he considered the implications. The Brotherhood wasn't just a name—it was an entire network of lethal, precise predators. And yet... one target had caught his attention, again.
The human girl.
He'd seen her twice now—slender, fiery, utterly reckless. But more importantly, she had that connection to the big male with the glowing eyes. The one whose reputation alone made his men hesitate. The one who could make or break entire operations with a thought.
"Bring her to me," he finally said, voice low but sharp enough to command obedience. "I want that girl. No mistakes. No heroes. Understand?"
His lieutenant hesitated for just a fraction of a second, then nodded. "Understood, sir. She's... fast, though. And cautious."
Mr. X smirked, cold and calculating. "Then make sure she doesn't get a chance to be either. And when you find her... don't come back without her."
He turned back to the window overlooking the city lights, arms crossed. "And as for that big male..." He allowed himself a dark chuckle, the sound more predator than human. "Let's see how much he really cares when someone he thinks he protects is in my hands."
The plan was simple in his mind. Kidnap the girl. Draw the male out. Exploit whatever weakness she represented. But even as he spoke, the shadows in his office seemed to thicken, as though the danger lurking in the Brotherhood's world was already clawing at the edges of his perfect scheme.
And somewhere deep down, he relished the thought.
