At a secluded villa on the outskirts of the city, Mosby and Rafael sat brooding, their faces dark and twisted with frustration.

Rafael muttered through gritted teeth, "We're still missing the final fragment. And the one we snatched from the Rhodes family? Completely blank. All that effort and the map's still incomplete—and I got stabbed in the damn groin for it! Screw this!"

A thick cigar dangled from his lips as he cursed loudly, wincing as a sharp pain from his crotch shot through his body