Chapter 83 The Fall Of Shadows

• Raimundo leaned against the cold, steel wall of the warehouse, his mind racing. The sound of distant sirens wailed through the night, an ominous backdrop to the chaos he felt brewing within. His instincts were honed from years of navigating the treacherous underbelly of the city, and tonight, something felt off. A flicker of doubt crossed his mind as he replayed the recent events leading to this moment.
• "What's with the sudden curiosity, Antonio?" Raimundo's voice was steady, but beneath the surface, a storm of suspicion churned. He had learned to trust his gut, and his gut was telling him that the man who stood before him, Antonio, had more to say than he was letting on.
• Antonio shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting to the shadows that flickered in the corners of the dimly lit space. "Just trying to understand our position," he replied, his tone casual but his demeanor betraying a hint of anxiety. "With Aemilio making his moves... I just thought it best to stay ahead."