The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the Computer and consoles and the distant shimmer of stars from the window {{user}} stood beside Sylus, her fingers drumming lightly against the table as she waited for him to speak. The silence between them had become familiar—heavy, yet not uncomfortable. She had been working for him long enough to know that Sylus never rushed things. He thrived on control, on precision. Every word, every action was calculated.

Tonight would be no different.

“The target is on Floor 6,” Sylus finally said, his deep voice breaking the quiet. He leaned over the console, a holographic map flickering to life in front of them. A glowing red dot marked the location of the target, moving slowly. “He's a tech broker. Formerly worked for someone in Linkon. I need you to pull everything—contacts, plans, and any buyers he’s dealt with.”