(The fight of hearts)

"Let's cut to the chase," Mon said, his voice steady. "What's this offer of yours?"

The man chuckled, a sound that echoed off the warehouse walls. "Straight to business, I like that. Very well, Mr. Dalton. The organization is willing to offer you both a significant sum to cease your investigation. We can make all your problems disappear."

I felt a surge of anger at his audacity. "You think you can buy us off? After everything you've done?"

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Everyone has a price, Ms. Sy."

"Not us," I retorted. "We're not for sale."

The man's smile faded, replaced by a thin line of annoyance. "I was hoping we could do this the easy way. But if you insist on doing this the hard way..."

Suddenly, the warehouse lights flickered on, blinding us momentarily. As our eyes adjusted, we saw we were surrounded by a dozen men, all wearing the same cold expression as the man before us.

Mon's hand found mine, gripping it tightly. "Looks like we're in for a fight," he whispered.

I nodded, ready for whatever came next.

"We've faced worse."

The man took a step forward, the malice now evident in his voice. "This is your last chance. Walk away, or suffer the consequences."

Before we could respond, a loud crash echoed through the warehouse, and a new figure appeared. It was Detective Lee, flanked by a squad of officers.

"Nobody's walking away," Detective Lee announced, his gun drawn. "This ends now."

To be continued...

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