“So… what’s the first step?”

Deviana sat restlessly in the chair of the archive room. Her hands wouldn’t stop twisting a crumpled tissue, her face pale but her eyes burning with resolve.

Dimas lit a cigarette despite the narrow space. “First step, we make them believe you’ve given up. If they think you’re still fighting, the threats will never stop.”

“Give up?” Deviana frowned. “But I can’t just sit and do nothing.”

“Relax.” Dimas exhaled a thin stream of smoke. “It’s just part of the game. While you pretend to step back, I’ll set a trap on the communication line. We need them to make a move, so we’ll know...