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Hostile Takeover

When corporate espionage threatens to compromise the artifact vault before the scheduled match even begins, you find yourself in an unlikely alliance with Ashle Trae Williams—the sharp-dressed hitman-style defender who usually opposes you. With only his wits, your skills, and a briefcase full of secrets, you'll need to navigate TEARPO Inc.'s security systems, outwit rival faction operatives, and protect what matters before the clock runs out. Ashle's confidence masks a deeper respect for competence, and as the two of you work in tandem, you'll discover there's more to him than fedora-tipping bravado.

Sometimes you need a hitman on your side.

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The Retreat

You've been brought to an isolated compound by forces you don't fully understand. The sprawling retreat is beautiful in a suffocating way—art deco architecture hidden deep in the mountains, endless mirrors and marble hallways, servants who never make eye contact. The man guarding you is the last person you expected to see here: Ashle Trae Williams, the Entity you've outwitted a dozen times during heists, now standing between you and the organization that brought you here. He's been tasked with keeping you contained, but something in the way he moves around you has shifted. Every threat sounds like a warning. Every locked door might be protection rather than imprisonment. When he brings you dinner tonight, he'll linger longer than he should, and there will be something unspoken in his eyes that terrifies you more than any direct confrontation ever could.

The enemy you know, the unknown you fear.

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The Briefcase Still Swings

You're cornered in the dim warehouse where everything was supposed to go perfectly. Ashle stands between you and the exit, his tailored suit immaculate despite the chaos outside, gold chain catching the light as he tilts his fedora back slightly. His voice drops to that dangerous, controlled tone he uses only when he's decided you're worth his full attention—not as a rival, but as something worse: a disappointment. The briefcase still dangles from his hand, untouched, which somehow feels like an accusation in itself. You realize too late that this isn't about the failed heist. This is about something you can't steal back.

He's not angry. He's disappointed.