Chapter 85
Hank Cooper and Victor Stone exchanged glances, both seeing shock reflected in each other's eyes.
Lucy White's tracking skills were nothing short of miraculous!
If they had used conventional reconnaissance methods, it would have taken far more time and effort—and risked alerting their targets.
Hank leaned closer to Lucy, lowering his voice. "Ever considered joining our special ops team? We offer excellent benefits."
The more he thought about it, the more appealing the idea became. She was practically a human GPS!
Lucy shook her head politely. "I have other plans."
Hank wasn’t ready to give up. "What about the Special Operations Division? My cousin works there—I can put in a word for you."
He quickly explained the division’s unique nature.
Lucy seemed thoughtful. "Let’s discuss it after the show wraps up."
Victor cleared his throat, reminding them this wasn’t the time for casual conversation.
"Seven patrols ahead, and at least twenty more inside the cabin," he said grimly. "Judging by their gear, they’re with the Black Horizon Syndicate."
Lucy’s breath hitched.
The Black Horizon Syndicate?
Wasn’t that the organization from the novel…?
Suppressing the turmoil inside, she feigned confusion. "Would they execute the hostages?"
Victor shook his head. "Not usually, as long as the ransom’s paid. But if the money doesn’t come through—"
Before he could finish, the cabin door swung open.
A gaunt old man emerged, flanked by attendants. The patrols immediately saluted. "Elder Malakar!"
The elder strode arrogantly toward the central cabin.
"Where’s your leader?" he demanded haughtily.
A guard hurried inside to announce him.
Moments later, a cold-faced man in black tactical gear stepped out.
Lucy’s pupils constricted.
Him?!
The man’s sharp features were like blades, his entire demeanor radiating hostility.
"What do you want?" His tone was icy.
Elder Malakar smirked. "I need fresh hosts for my new brood."
Seeing the man’s expression darken, he hastily added, "The celebrities on the island will do."
"This is the Syndicate’s order," he said meaningfully.
The man fell silent for a beat. "We move tonight."
As he turned away, his gaze flickered toward Lucy’s hiding spot.
She held her breath.
Did he… sense us?