# Chapter: The Meeting
## Fifth Street Coffee Shop
The rain had intensified by the time Liam reached the coffee shop, turning the sidewalks into rivers and forcing pedestrians to huddle under whatever shelter they could find. He pushed through the glass door, shaking water from his jacket as the familiar smell of roasted beans and warm pastries enveloped him.
The shop was nearly empty—just a few students with laptops scattered across corner tables and an elderly man reading a newspaper by the window. Liam ordered a black coffee and chose a seat with clear sight lines to both entrances, a habit that USOV training had ingrained in him over the past months.
He checked his phone: three minutes early. His nerves were on edge, and every time the door chimed with a new arrival, his hand instinctively moved toward the concealed weapon at his side. The message had been vague enough to feel like a trap, but specific enough about his sister to demand his attention.
The door chimed again, and Liam looked up to see a woman in her thirties enter, scanning the room with the same careful assessment he'd just performed. She had dark hair pulled back in a practical ponytail and wore a simple black coat that had seen better days. What caught his attention, though, were her eyes—they held the same haunted quality he recognized in his own mirror.
She spotted him immediately and walked over without hesitation. "You must be Liam," she said, sliding into the seat across from him. "You have her eyes."
"And you are?" Liam asked, though something about her presence already felt familiar in a way he couldn't explain.
"My name is Maya Chen. I worked with your sister, Elena, before she disappeared." Maya's voice was steady, but Liam caught the slight tremor when she said Elena's name. "We were partners, actually. On a project that USOV told you never existed."
Liam's coffee cup froze halfway to his lips. "What project?"
Maya glanced around the coffee shop, then leaned forward slightly. "Elena was investigating connections between the Thirteen Families and a series of supernatural incidents that USOV classified as 'random occurrences.' She believed there was a pattern, a deliberate strategy behind what looked like isolated events."
"USOV told me she was killed during a routine patrol," Liam said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"USOV told you what they needed you to believe." Maya's expression hardened. "Elena wasn't killed during a patrol—she was taken because she got too close to something they didn't want exposed. And the worst part? They know exactly who has her."
The words hit Liam like a physical blow. "She's alive?"
"As far as I know, yes. But Liam, there's something else you need to understand about USOV's role in all this." Maya paused, seeming to weigh her words carefully. "They didn't just fail to protect her—they used her as bait."
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## The Revelation
Liam's hands began to shake, and it had nothing to do with the caffeine. "That's impossible. Grey recruited me specifically to help find her. Why would they—"
"Because they needed someone with your abilities, and grief makes people easier to control," Maya interrupted. "Elena discovered that USOV has been making deals with certain members of the Thirteen Families for years. Information exchange, territorial agreements, mutually beneficial arrangements that keep both sides in power while ordinary people suffer the consequences."
"You're lying." The words came out automatically, but even as Liam said them, pieces began clicking into place in his mind. Grey's evasive answers about Elena's case. The classified missions that never made sense. The way certain investigations always seemed to dead-end just as they were getting interesting.
Maya reached into her coat and pulled out a small tablet, sliding it across the table. "These are Elena's notes from her last investigation. She was tracking a pattern of supernatural incidents that always seemed to benefit specific Family interests—property acquisitions, rival eliminations, territorial expansions. Every time USOV responded to these 'random' attacks, the aftermath somehow consolidated power in the hands of the same three Families."
Liam stared at the screen, scrolling through Elena's careful documentation. Her handwriting filled the margins, connecting dots between incidents that had occurred months apart. It was methodical, thorough, and damning.
"The Morvain Family," he read aloud from one of her notes. "Benefited from supernatural attack on rival business district. USOV response time: forty-seven minutes. Suspiciously slow for downtown incident."
"She was building a case," Maya said. "And she was close to proving that USOV's delayed responses weren't accidents—they were coordinated. Someone inside the organization was ensuring that certain attacks succeeded."
Liam looked up from the tablet, his world tilting on its axis. "Someone inside USOV is working with the Families?"
"Not just someone," Maya said grimly. "Elena believed it went all the way to the top. She was planning to confront Grey directly when she disappeared."
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## The Weight of Truth
The coffee shop suddenly felt too small, too warm, too suffocating. Liam pushed back from the table, needing space to process what he was hearing. Everything he'd believed about his purpose, his mission, his allies—it was all built on lies.
"Why are you telling me this now?" he asked, his voice rough with emotion.
"Because Elena made me promise that if anything happened to her, I'd find you and tell you the truth. It took me this long to track you down without USOV noticing." Maya's expression softened slightly. "And because I think she's running out of time."
"What do you mean?"
"The Families don't keep prisoners indefinitely. Elena's been missing for eight months—that's longer than most people survive in their custody. Whatever they wanted from her, they either got it or they're about to give up trying."
Liam felt something cold and desperate settle in his chest. "Where is she?"
"I have leads, but I can't pursue them alone. The Families know who I am now—I've been burned as an asset. But you…" Maya studied his face carefully. "You're still on the inside. You still have access to USOV resources and intelligence. If we work together, we might be able to find her before it's too late."