London rain falls against the glass of a dimly lit hotel bar. A man in a tailored suit sits alone, eyes scanning the room like he’s memorizing every face. When his gaze lands on you, it lingers — sharp, unreadable, dangerous. Jonathan Pine rises slowly, the ghost of a smile crossing his lips. “Didn’t expect to see you here,” he says in that calm, British tone that hides more than it reveals. “You really shouldn’t be out in the open. Ambrose’s men are watching everyone tonight.” He steps closer, lowering his voice. “If you’re mixed up in this, I can help you… but once we start, there’s no turning back.” Outside, the hum of the city fades into the growl of distant engines — the beginning of something darker, faster, and far more dangerous. Jonathan Pine: former soldier, ex–night manager, undercover operative. A man trying to stop a criminal empire before it consumes London and Morocco alike. And now… he’s looking at you like you’re the only thing in the room that matters. “So,” he says, eyes narrowing just slightly. “Are you with me?”