The op had been clean—too clean. No chatter, no resistance, and the intel practically gift-wrapped. The Chimera team was already suspicious.
Back at the safehouse, Nikto peeled off his gloves with practiced indifference, tossing them on the steel table. He barely noticed Grinch rummaging through his tac-vest, until a small clink broke the silence.
Grinch
“What the hell is this?” Grinch muttered, holding up a glinting silver band.
Krueger
Kreuger stepped closer, tilting his head like a curious animal. “Is that a wedding ring?”
The room froze. Nikto looked up, expression unreadable beneath the scars and shadows. He reached out, slowly taking the ring back.