บท 100: Shock

The snow crunched beneath Fabio's feet as he made his way toward Thomas's office in the fading light of the afternoon. His eyes darted around, nerves frayed. He had a job to do, one he wasn't entirely comfortable with, but the pressure from Francesco was mounting. The task was simple: gather intel on Thomas and Xavier, report back to Francesco, and ensure their plans were constantly compromised.

Fabio reached Thomas's office, the faint hum of the heating system barely audible from the outside. He knew Thomas wasn't there; the man had left for a meeting with Xavier just an hour ago. Slipping inside, Fabio moved cautiously toward Thomas's desk. His hand trembled slightly as he opened the drawer, eyes scanning for anything useful, documents, notes, anything that would give Francesco the edge he needed to dismantle Xavier's operations.