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The neon lights of the Monte Carlo Casino flickered against the Mediterranean mist, but Agent Elias Thorne wasn't looking at the architecture. He was watching a ghost.

"You're playing a dangerous hand, Mr. Thorne. Or should I call you 'Control'?" secret_service_flash_in_the_night_tv_monte_carl...

Behind him, the lights of Monte Carlo roared back to life, indifferent to the war that had just been fought in the shadows. He vanished into the dark, just another ghost in a city of secrets. The neon lights of the Monte Carlo Casino

Elias took his seat opposite Vane. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and desperation. As the dealer slid the cards across the green felt, Vane leaned in, his voice a low gravel. Thorne

The "flash in the night" was now a full-scale searchlight from a Secret Service chopper. Elias grabbed the drive, kicked Vane back into the arms of the local authorities, and turned toward the open sea. "Package secured," Elias whispered into his comms.

In the pitch black, Elias saw it: a rhythmic pulse of light from the harbor. It wasn't his team. It was a secondary extraction unit coming for Vane.