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Elias dives under the table as suppressed gunfire chips the mahogany.

He spots the pocket watch. Vane is moving toward the balcony. secret_service_flash_in_the_night_tv_monte_carl...

Elias took his seat opposite Vane. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and desperation. As the dealer slid the cards across the green felt, Vane leaned in, his voice a low gravel. Elias dives under the table as suppressed gunfire

Elias adjusted his cufflinks, which housed a high-frequency jammer. The objective was simple: intercept the drive containing the blueprints for the "Aegis" satellite system before it could be sold to the highest bidder at the private baccarat table upstairs. Elias took his seat opposite Vane

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

The neon lights of the Monte Carlo Casino flickered against the Mediterranean mist, but Agent Elias Thorne wasn't looking at the architecture. He was watching a ghost.

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