Chapter 7: High Tides and Higher Stakes
Chapter 7: High Tides and Higher Stakes Morning hit Vice HQ like a hungover piñata. Half the squad was still glowing from the night before—some from romance, others from the club’s radioactive cocktails. Sgt. Salty sipped black coffee, sunglasses firmly on. Across the room, Lila walked in wearing one of his shirts. Rico raised an eyebrow. Salty grinned. “Laundry day.” Zinshed entered, flanked by Delphine, both of them suspiciously chipper. “Did we all accidentally get happy?” Cherry Blaze asked, twirling a pen. “Feels weird. Don’t like it.” The mood shattered when Captain Steele stormed in with her usual fire-and-brimstone energy. “Hope your hearts are full, because your plates are about to be.” She threw a tablet on the table. Footage played—boats exploding, tourists screaming, and a red-lipped figure laughing on the pier. “Meet Verushka Vane , a former fashion mogul turned eco-terrorist. She’s blowing up yachts and blaming capitalism. Also, she has abs for days.” Cherry whistled. “Vi...