Ghost fired everything we had—the ledger, the forensic trail, the shell account architecture. All of it, sent at the same time, in the middle of the night.
By morning, the story was already moving.
Names were being said out loud, accounts frozen before the sun was fully up. Warrants drafted, signed, and executed in hours instead of weeks. Offices locked, phones seized. Men who had built their power on silence and distance suddenly became very visible, very reachable.
There was no version of that they could contain.
Roman understood that faster than most.
By the time the first reports hit, he was already trying to disappear. He didn’t get far. He was picked up before noon, processed, and held. For a few hours, it looked like the system might take its time with him.
It didn’t.
There was an incident.
At least that’s how it was reported.
There was a fight in custody, which was contained. Now it’s under investigation.
By the time the details started shifting into something closer to the truth, it didn’t matter.
Roman never walked out of that building.
The message moved through the channels we trust faster than anything public ever could.
Quiet confirmation.
No questions asked.
No follow-up needed.
Defiance handled it.
Sin didn’t say anything about it, but we all knew he called for the order.
The ones who weren’t picked up in the sweep didn’t get the chance to regroup.
They disappeared in smaller ways.
One by one.
Soft knocks that never got answered. Routes that stopped being safe. Names people quit saying out loud because there was nobody left alive to answer to them anymore.
No headlines.
No investigations that went anywhere useful.
Just absence.
The kind that doesn’t invite questions if you know how the world works.
The rest of the Alliance assholes followed.
Some were taken without a fight. Some went down swinging. Some are still trying to bargain their way out of a war that has already decided their fate.
It didn’t matter.
The structure that held them together collapsed under its own exposure. Every layer turning on the one beneath it, every account, every name, every transaction dragged into the light.
