One week into monitoring stats, tracking Nasima, building files, preparing for war, the Hale couple held their annual charity gala. Everyone came to eat, drink, and enjoy themselves, while the couple set a trap for the Nasima syndicates.
The ballroom shimmered with lights; waiters walked around with champagne worth a fortune, everyone was beautifully dressed, and the atmosphere in the room was perfect.
Cameras clicked as Victor gave his speech a little into the gala with his wife standing at his right hand side, her arm intertwined in his. Everyone applauded as Victor brought his speech to a close.
As they walked down the stage Zyra leaned in really close and whispered to Victor. "They're here, the Nasima syndicates three of them, the table closest to the bar".
"Are you sure?". Victor asked as they spoke between their teeth, not looking over to the table while they faked smiles and greeted guests.
"Yes. I recognize the man in the middle
