December 30, 2025 – Chicago Cook County Police Department Time: 09:00
The air inside the police building was sharper than the -10 degrees outside. The headline Ivy had splashed across the front page at 6:00 AM had hit Chicago like an atomic bomb: "MOLES INSIDE THE DEPARTMENT: WHO DID THE D'ANGELO FAMILY BUY?"Natalia Reyes gritted her teeth as she looked at the newspaper thrown on her desk. Chief Miller stood towering over her, his face red with rage."What the hell is this, Reyes?" Miller roared.
"Where did this son of a bitch reporter find the names in the files you were looking at? How did the list of Luca's paid men leak?"Natalia stood up, pushing her chair back noisily. "Don't yell at me, Chief! If the names on this list are correct, then one in three cops in this building is already a sellout. Maybe Michael Hale died because of that list you're on!"
"Know your place, Reyes!""Fuck my place, boss!" Natalia grabbed her coat. "Michael Hale is dead, Leo Cross is dead. And we're still here arguing about who screwed who. I'm going to do my job, and you can eat that list!"Time: 12:30 p.m.Little Italy – Luca's MansionLuca D'Angelo crumpled the newspaper in his hand and threw it into the fireplace. The two men standing in front of him were trembling with fear."Listen to me," said Luca, his voice as sharp as a knife.
"Whoever leaked the names on this list, you'll find them and skin them alive. Even that bastard Hale's death wasn't enough; his ghost is still haunting us.""Sir, no one could have survived the explosion," said one of the men.Luca suddenly stood up and slapped the man hard across the face. "Get the fuck out of here! Where's the body? No one tells me 'he's dead' until I see Michael Hale's burnt flesh! Find that journalist woman, Ivy. Talk to her. Cut out her tongue if you have to, but find out where she got that information."Time: 4:00 p.m.South Chicago – Abandoned WarehouseMichael threw back his hood.
The man standing bound before him was one of Sterling's private security guards. The man's face was covered in blood. Michael slowly placed the pliers in his hand on the table. There was no trace left of the gentle psychologist."Look, buddy," Michael said, his voice ice cold. "I don't have much time. You don't have many fingers left. Where does Thomas Sterling meet Asher Burke? Give me those coordinates, or I'll bury you in a hole in this warehouse where no one will ever find you.""I don't know... I swear I don't know!" the man wailed.Michael grabbed the man's jaw hard. "Don't lie to me, you son of a bitch!
Where is that secret property Sterling goes to every weekend? Is that where Asher's men with the hourglass tattoos go?"The man shook his head, sobbing. "Waukegan... The mansion by the old lighthouse in Waukegan. But you can't get in there, it's guarded like a fortress."Michael struck the man hard enough to knock him out. He stood up, straightened his blood-spattered coat. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. Now there was only the blind fire of vengeance in his eyes.He took out his phone. He sent Ivy a message."Waukegan. Tomorrow night.
Get Luca's men there. The police too. We're throwing a party, and all the guests are going to hell."As Michael left the warehouse, he pressed the walkie-talkie on the floor and smashed it.There was no turning back now.