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Stone spoke last.

He stood up from his chair at the far end of the table, his glasses on, his voice measured and professorial. He'd put together the presentation package that Kadeem had just delivered. Every slide, every financial summary, every cross-reference.

"Gentlemen," Stone began. "I've been advising this family since Malik ran this organization. I don't bring recommendations lightly and I don't push for action unless the evidence demands it."

He walked to the screen and pointed at the transaction summary. "Andre, you asked whether these spreadsheets could have an innocent explanation. Let me walk you through why they can't."

He traced the money flow with his finger. "The capital enters Supreme's legitimate property business here. Clean money, tax-reported. It moves through Greyline Holdings, which is registered in Delaware with no operating presence. From Greyline it passes through two sister companies that exist only on paper. The money that comes out the other end funds TK's street operation, his product supply, his runners, his security."

Stone looked around the table. "This isn't a shared accountant. This is a financial pipeline built specifically to fund attacks on our territory while keeping Supreme's hands clean. He's been playing both sides of the table for three years. Sitting with us in good faith while bankrolling the man who's been bleeding us on the streets."

He paused. Let the silence do work.

"My recommendation is that we move quickly. Supreme knows his woman is gone. He knows his leverage has been neutralized. He'll be consolidating resources, preparing for something he doesn't yet understand the scope of. Every day we wait gives him time to adapt." Stone looked at Kadeem. "I recommend we move by end of week. Two-phase operation. Night one, we take his cash locations and disrupt his financial pipeline. Night two, we take his main base and end the operation permanently."

"You're recommending we take out Supreme himself?" Bishop asked.

"I'm recommending we dismantle his entire operation," Stone replied carefully. "What happens to Supreme during that process is a tactical decision for the field commanders. But gentlemen, let me be clear about what happens if we don't act. Supreme rebuilds. TK rearms. The attacks on our territory resume. And next time he'll know we have intelligence on his operation, which means he'll restructure everything and we'll be starting from zero."

He sat down. The room was quiet.

Bishop said, "Vote."

It went around the table. Eight men. Eight votes. Unanimous.

Kadeem nodded. "We move."

The meeting broke up. The Associates left in pairs, spaced out, different exits. Kadeem, Stone, and I stayed in the back room.

"Two phases," Kadeem said, spreading a map of Brooklyn across the table. "Night one, we hit the two cash locations Asha identified. The one in Flatbush above the laundromat and the one in East New York near the expressway. Simultaneous. Fast. In and out before Supreme's people can regroup."

"I'll take Flatbush," I said. "James takes East New York."

"Devon runs comms from APEX," Kadeem continued. "He coordinates both teams, monitors Supreme's crew communications, flags anything that moves."

"And night two?" Stone asked.

"Night two is the main base." Kadeem tapped the map. "Crown Heights. Supreme's warehouse. That's where the product, the records, and the man himself will be."

"Who goes in?"

Kadeem looked at me. I looked back.

"Us," I said.

Stone leaned over the map. "I'd suggest hitting the Flatbush location first on night one. It's the smaller operation, fewer guards, quicker to clear. That gives your team momentum going into the East New York hit." He traced a route on the map. "And if you approach from the south side, you avoid the camera coverage on the main road."

It was a good suggestion. Tactically sound. I nodded.

"What about during the operation?" Stone continued. "Asha and Nene. They need protection. If Supreme gets word that we're moving and sends people to find them before we can finish..."

"I'll post two of our own outside the apartment door," Kadeem said. "Men I've had since Pops. Nobody gets through without going through them first."

Stone nodded. "Smart. Keep the circle tight."

"And there's a minor storage facility in Canarsie connected to Supreme's secondary supply line," Kadeem added, marking it on the map. "Phase three cleanup. Morning after the warehouse raid, we send a team to clear it out before his people can move anything."

We went over the logistics for another hour. Timing, routes, equipment, contingencies. Devon joined by phone and confirmed the surveillance packages for both cash locations were in place. James was briefed separately and confirmed his team for East New York.