Midas’s mission seemed straightforward: secure valuable intelligence from a Mafia boss in exchange for a new kidney. Positioned at the edge of his dialysis machine, she laid out the deal. The boss, weakened yet intrigued, whispered secrets of his empire. Unknown to both, his words reached another listener—his wife.

As the boss confessed to having his estranged daughter used and eliminated to protect his criminal interests, a gunshot shattered the silence. His wife, having overheard everything, shot him in cold blood. Midas recoiled, her cover blown, as the wife turned the gun toward her. Before another shot could echo through the room, the Mafia boss’s mother intervened, fatally striking her daughter-in-law.

In the chaos, the elderly matriarch seized control, spilling even deeper secrets of the Mafia than Midas had hoped to uncover. Yet, the moment of revelation was fleeting; the boss’s associates were already en route, their intentions murderous. Guided by the mother-in-law, Midas ducked into a hidden alcove, her breaths shallow, heart pounding. The mobsters stormed in, their footsteps a crescendo of impending doom, but they found only the corpses and silence.

With the coast momentarily clear, Midas sprinted to her car, the engine roaring to life as she slammed the door. Tires screeched, a high-speed chase ensued through the darkened city streets, the Mafia’s headlights a constant threat in her rearview mirror. Just when capture seemed inevitable, she took a desperate turn into an alley, her pursuers speeding past, deceived.

Safe for the moment, Midas’s mind raced as adrenaline coursed through her veins. The night’s events replayed: had her handler known the risk? Was this a setup, or merely a catastrophic alignment of chance? Trust, once unshakeable, now hung by a thread. She knew the Mafia’s reach would be relentless and far-reaching; her handler’s motives, unclear.

Midas had to make a decision. Confronting her handler could unravel a conspiracy or confirm a fatal oversight. Meanwhile, surviving the Mafia’s wrath meant staying one step ahead, always. Her next move was crucial: either dive deeper into the shadows to fight another day or expose the betrayal, risking it all. The road ahead was fraught with danger, every decision a gamble on her life. The only certainty was that Midas couldn’t afford to lose.