Noah walked down an alley that cut between old merchant warehouses and broken trade shops, his cloak brushing against puddles.
He had ordered his people to reroute supplies earlier that day.
The Chrome Hearts had been moving quietly by buying, selling, and arming themselves through black market networks that once served noble merchants.
But tonight, something felt off.
He stopped near a rusted door and tapped his knuckle twice against the metal.
The door creaked open, revealing three members of Chrome Hearts.
Lucan, the quiet marksman with a bandaged arm, Mara, the courier, and a young boy named Finn who handled most of the ledgers.
Inside, crates were stacked against the walls, all branded with false merchant symbols.
"Route's been clear until the last turn..."
Mara reported, biting her lip.
"But there's movement.
Three heads keeping distance."
Noah's gaze sharpened.
"They followed you?"
"That's possible...but they knew where to wait."
He exhaled slowly.
