Vanessa suddenly stood up from her chair without a word. Liam watched her, puzzled, as she crossed the room and grabbed a tall whiteboard leaning against the wall. With a determined grunt, she dragged it over in front of him, the bottom wheels squeaking lightly as it rolled across the cracked factory floor.
"What are you doing?" Liam asked, eyebrow raised.
Vanessa didn't answer right away. She picked up a black marker from the tray at the base of the board, uncapped it, and began scribbling words across the surface.
"Let's lay it out," she muttered.
She started by writing CRIMSON HAND in large letters on the left side of the board. Then she drew a short line connecting it to another name: GOLDEN BIRD.
Liam's eyes narrowed.
Vanessa continued, her tone crisp. "We know the Crimson Hand is being backed by the Golden Bird. That much is obvious. Resources. Money. Power. That explains how they've expanded so quickly."
