—Hours Later—Inside a non-descript, matte-grey surveillance van parked half a block away, the interior was entirely pitch-black except for the glowing blue light of four large monitor screens.Dante sat perfectly still in a high-backed leather chair, his arms crossed over his chest. His long, dark trench coat was unbuttoned just enough to reveal the sharp lines of his tailored suit. On the screens in front of him, multiple live camera feeds displayed every angle of the intersection. One camera was mounted on a nearby streetlamp; two others were broadcasting directly from drone feeds hovering silently in the overcast sky.Beside him, a specialized technician kept his fingers glued to a control console, monitoring the encrypted radio frequencies of the city's south side.“The target vehicle has just cleared the commercial banking checkpoint, Master,” the technician reported. “Young Master Ethane is traveling at normal speed. Two tracking units are trailing him from a safe distance.”D