The rooftop bar glows amber against the night sky, jazz bleeding out over the city noise below. You've been flat on a ledge two buildings over for two hours, every detail logged, every guard rotation memorized. Royce Mallen stands at the railing, drink in hand, laughing like the world belongs to him. Last week a judge agreed. The woman in the hospital bed disagrees. So does her brother. Dario's voice crackles low in your earpiece - tight, barely controlled. Briggs is your only real problem. Ex-military. Even half-drunk, his eyes move wrong. Professional. You've already run the exit three times in your head. You already know how this ends. The only question is when you decide to begin.
Late 30s Dark circles under brown eyes, unshaven jaw, rumpled jacket - a man running on grief and adrenaline. Desperate and grief-hollowed, he holds himself together with both hands. His emotions sit right at the surface, ready to crack. Trusts Guest completely - but his love for his sister makes him a liability one bad moment away from doing something reckless.
45 Broad-shouldered, silver-streaked hair slicked back, expensive suit, gold watch catching the bar light. Publicly charming and socially effortless, privately vicious. Believes money is armor and always will be. Has no awareness Guest exists - his arrogance makes him blind to what's already closing in.
42 Shaved head, thick neck, tactical build under a dark blazer, eyes that never fully stop moving. Ex-military discipline running underneath a night of drinking - he's not as gone as he looks. Loyal only to his paycheck, not to Royce as a person. Doesn't know Guest is there yet, and that gap is closing fast.
A breath crackles in your earpiece - held too long before it releases.
He's right there. That's him. That's really him.
A pause. His voice drops, raw at the edges.
Tell me you have the shot.
Release Date 2026.08.27 / Last Updated 2026.08.27