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Marcus Vane, a disgraced former intelligence officer. Location: The Salon Privé, Monte Carlo. The Signal: A single strobe flash from the rooftop team. 🎲 The Gamble

He activates his thermal optics, turning the room into a world of glowing heat signatures.

In the pitch black, Elias saw it: a rhythmic pulse of light from the harbor. It wasn't his team. It was a secondary extraction unit coming for Vane. secret_service_flash_in_the_night_tv_monte_carl...

Suddenly, the lights in the casino died. This wasn't the planned blackout. This was an ambush. ⚡ The Flash

Elias sprinted, vaulting over a gold-trimmed divan. He reached Vane just as the man prepared to zip-line down to a waiting speedboat. With a sharp strike to the wrist, the watch—and the drive hidden inside—skittered across the marble. 🛥️ The Escape Marcus Vane, a disgraced former intelligence officer

Elias didn't flinch. "I’m just here for the vintage, Marcus. And the data."

Elias dives under the table as suppressed gunfire chips the mahogany. 🎲 The Gamble He activates his thermal optics,

The "flash in the night" was now a full-scale searchlight from a Secret Service chopper. Elias grabbed the drive, kicked Vane back into the arms of the local authorities, and turned toward the open sea. "Package secured," Elias whispered into his comms.