Aisha continued, her tone smooth and unbothered. "The buyers are a mix... private military contractors, cartel representatives, and a few government officials operating off the books. We need to vet them carefully. One wrong move, and this entire operation collapses."
I cleared my throat, forcing myself to contribute. To prove I wasn't useless. "What about security? If rival syndicates find out, they'll try to intercept the shipments. Or worse, tip off the authorities."
Katya's eyes gleamed with approval. "Good question."
Aisha nodded. "That's where we need intel. We need to know who's watching, who's listening, and who might make a move."
Katya's gaze shifted to Viktor. Slow. Deliberate. Like she was testing him.
"Viktor," she said, her voice cool. "You've worked in intelligence before. Black ops. Counter-terrorism. Arms trafficking. What's your assessment?"
The room went silent.
Everyone turned to look at him.
