Lines Blurred, Traces Found (Published Under Ukiyoto Publishing)

Chapter 27: The Wine's Crimson Hue

The Wine's Crimson Hue

Seated in the exclusive VIP lounge upstairs, Champ and Leonid gazed out over the vibrant crowd below. Soft melodies floated through the air, mingling with laughter and chatter. Revelers sipped exotic cocktails, lost in revelry. Leonid sipped his champagne, his expression thoughtful. "What happened to Ms. Raven?" he asked. "Why wasn't she here in Moscow?"
 
Champ's expression turned somber, and he let out a deep sigh. "I thought we wouldn't make it," he recounted, shaking his head. "The Phoenix crew ambushed us, rushing us to the San Antonio airport's private terminal. Gunfire erupted." He lit a cigarette, inhaling sharply. "We tried desperately to secure Raven, but... it was too late. The Phoenix crew seized her." Champ's eyes narrowed, his voice laced with suspicion. "That breach wasn't coincidence. I'm sure there's a mole within my group, feeding them vital intel."
 
Maya, Gabriel and Vladimir exchanged subtle glances, their neutral expressions masking their inner thoughts. None betrayed any hint of deceit, especially Gabriel, whose secret allegiance to Phoenix remained hidden. Leonid's voice broke the silence. "We must double our vigilance for the next transaction, Champ. Remember, when you're compromised, I'm compromised too." His words hung heavy with implication, emphasizing the intertwined nature of their operations.
 
Champ's confident grin spread across his face. "I know the stakes," he assured Leonid. "You're well protected, and our transaction will remain secure. If our opponents or those two rivals dare interfere, we'll show them our true strength." His eyes glinted with determination.

Leonid's expression turned serious. "Easy to say, but reality is harsh, Champ. Reinforcements are crucial." He paused, collecting his thoughts. "I'll deploy my army to bolster your camp's defenses, ensuring we're prepared for any conflict, whether from rival factions or law enforcement."

Champ nodded gratefully. "I appreciate your loyalty, Leonid. Your support means everything."
 
Leonid's eyes sparkled with triumph. "The cargo shipment – flawlessly executed, perfectly secured, and supremely successful. We must celebrate this victory!" He raised his glass of fine Russian wine, its crimson hue glinting in the dim light. Champ, Maya, Gabriel and Vladimir followed suit, their glasses clinking together in a harmonious toast. Smiles and nods circulated around the table, acknowledging their collective success.

As they sipped their wine, the tension in the room dissipated, replaced by an air of camaraderie. Leonid leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile creasing his face. "To many more victories," he said, his voice warm with genuine appreciation.

Champ nodded in agreement, his eyes locking onto Leonid's. "Our partnership is unstoppable." Maya, Gabriel and Vladimir echoed their assent, the mood around the table becoming increasingly convivial. In this fleeting moment, suspicions and hidden agendas were forgotten, overshadowed by the thrill of triumph.

As the two elegantly dressed women approached, their heels clicking on the polished floor, they slid seamlessly into the seats beside Champ and Leonid. The atmosphere shifted, infused with feminine charm.

Gabriel's eyes narrowed, his expression inscrutable. He pushed back his chair, stood abruptly, and muttered, "Excuse me." With a swift glance at Maya, he turned and walked away. Maya's gaze lingered on Gabriel's departing figure, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, hinting at concern or curiosity. Vladimir, lost in thought, didn't notice Gabriel's exit.
 
Maya's voice was tinged with concern. "Uh, Champ, I'll just go see what's bothering Gabriel," she said, seeking approval. Champ nodded curtly, his expression unreadable. Maya slid out of her seat, her elegant dress rustling softly. With a graceful stride, she wove through the crowded lounge, her eyes scanning the room for Gabriel's retreating figure.
 
Vladimir sat alone, surrounded by empty chairs, as Champ and Leonid lavished attention on their captivating companions. The lively lounge pulsed with energy, the soft music and clinking glasses creating an intoxicating ambiance. Noticing the admiring glances from nearby women, Vladimir's interest piqued. Leonid, sensing his friend's awareness, turned with a sly grin. "It's your time, Vladimir," he said, his voice tinged with amusement. "Suit yourself enjoying with those lovely ladies out there can't take their eyes off you."