Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Late at night, on the rooftop of a skyscraper in downtown Devonport.

A man in a black tactical jacket aimed a sniper rifle at a window across the street, where Lennon sat at the head of a conference table. His face hidden behind a white mask, he took aim once more. A single gunshot echoed through the night, and the figure inside the window collapsed instantly. Chaos erupted in the business building across the street.

"Nice work," came a deep voice from behind him.

"You've got more potential than Timothy ever did," the voice continued.

The sniper turned around slowly, his voice icy and steady. "I told you, Odie had to die."

"Timothy missed his shot. You didn't. Thanks to you," the man said, stepping forward to pat the sniper's shoulder. "It's your time to shine."

"I'm handing you all the assets under the Mintons," the man's low voice carried a hint of a smile. "What's more painful than being betrayed by your own? Right, Harold?"

The sniper removed his mask, revealing a face both cold and intense, filled with defiance and dark intentions. It was Harold.

The night deepened.

woke up with a start from a

"Colby?"

She could hear faint noises from downstairs

both in their pajamas, already

Sophie asked, her voice tinged

to the Costello family," Jenna said, her

silently,

a sense of dread washing over her. "What

Colby... it's the old man," Jenna's face turned even paler. "There was a shooting at

to handle it. He asked us to stay here

stood there, silent, her face

her. "Sophie, don't

been through worse.

one to crumble. He's out there with his men, looking

taken care of it

grew more anxious, never having seen