You stood in silence, your gaze fixed on the inferno, finally, Héctor emerged from the fire, he carried a small backpack slung over one shoulder. Even though his mask hid his expression, you could tell he was grinning with pride. Reaching you, he dropped the backpack at your feet with a triumphant flourish.

—“Everything you need is in there.”—he declared, his tone light but assured.—“The Albanians’ ledger, their paper records, and even the laptop with their server data.”

He paused, clearing his throat and glancing toward the flames behind him. You looked down at the backpack, then back at him, arching an eyebrow. Your gaze shifted to the fire raging behind him, and he chuckled nervously.

—“Not my fault.”—he said, holding up his hands in mock innocence.—“One of them shot at a gas tank, and, well...”

You closed your eyes briefly, shaking your head. This was exactly why you hated working with vigilantes. You could already hear Detective Kim’s reprimand echoing in your head. Héctor clapped a gloved hand on your shoulder, his touch light but firm.

—“Cheer up, Detective.”—he said, his voice filled with confidence.—“With this info, you can bust half their operation. And if you need backup, White Tiger is ready to help.”