Denovan's gaze hardened, the warmth that usually lingered in his eyes completely gone. What replaced it was something colder… older… something that didn't need to shout to be feared.
"Malone."
His voice was low, steady, but it carried weight. The kind that made the air feel heavier.
Malone straightened immediately. "Yes, sir."
Denovan took a slow step forward, his hands folding neatly behind his back as his posture straightened to its full height.
"Call in every unit from our security firm. I want them ready fully armed and on standby."
His tone did not rise, yet it pressed down on everyone in the room.
"And send word to our allies," he continued, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Anyone who still respects the Thompson name should move immediately… especially those stationed in X City."
A brief pause.
Then, colder
"Bring in the underground network as well. I want the dockside syndicate, the black-market informants, and the private guard factions. No gaps. No blind spots."
