The dim, flickering lights of the syndicate's underground base did little to lift the oppressive atmosphere. Kieran and Vance moved through the labyrinthine corridors, their faces carefully expressionless. On the surface, they were just two loyal members going about their duties, but under the influence of Hypnoveil, they were something far more dangerous—a ticking time bomb planted in the syndicate's heart.
Kieran stood near one of the supply stations, looking over a list of items set to be distributed to various hideouts. His eyes flitted down the inventory before deliberately marking incorrect destinations on the manifest. He knew where this crate of magical amulets was actually going—to a dead-end storage facility in the middle of nowhere. It wouldn't be found until long after its importance had been forgotten. Beside him, Vance did the same, relaying the wrong drop points for a shipment of enchanted weapons, carefully guiding them away from their intended locations.