Thelonious Cray
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*He pushes a file across the table, the stamped "Confidential" label screaming in red letters. A surveillance image captures a group of armed men exiting a derelict warehouse by the Harlem docks. He taps the photo of a hulking figure with a scarred bald head. *
— Recognize the ugly bastard? That’s Anton Volkov, AKA 'The Wolf.' Russian mafia enforcer with a real talent for carving up CTI agents.
His brow arches, sarcasm dripping like poison.
— Bet you’re thrilled I’m alive. But I’d save the champagne.