Conti, already rolling up his sleeves, declared, 'Alright, I'm gonna get my guys started on surveillance. We're gonna find Orlov, track his every move, and let you know every time he so much as sneezes.'

Petrovitch, adding his own part to the plan, stated, 'I'll get our tech team on the money transfer logistics. We'll figure out the best way to get the 500k across to Wraith.'

Bianchi, eager to be useful, offered, 'I've got some sources who might be able to give us some extra information on this Wraith guy. I'll see if I can dig up anything useful.'

Elena, making sure everything was in order, spoke up, 'I'll stay in contact with our legal team. We need to ensure we have a watertight agreement in place with Wraith before we hand over the money.'

Saiyel, a determined look in his eyes, answered, 'I'll be on standby, ready to step in if things go south.'

Conti, satisfied with the response, nodded. 'Alright then, everyone knows what they've got to do. Let's get it done and put an end to this Orlov problem once and for all.'

Morales, the final word once again, added, 'Exactly. We all have our assignments. Let's work together and make this happen. We won't let Orlov cause any more trouble. Not on our watch.'

Conti, Petrovitch, Bianchi, Elena, and Saiyel nodded in agreement once more, their determination clear. The plan was set. The pieces were in place. And the countdown to Orlov's end had begun.

The meeting concluded, the group members dispersed to carry out their respective tasks. The clock was ticking, and there was no room for error. They had to be efficient, thorough, and ruthless.

Unbeknownst to all, Orlov, thanks to the Echelon Eye, overheard the scene as clear as day.

A wicked grin played on Orlov's lips as he listened intently. 'Echelon Eye, my dear friend,' he whispered to himself, patting the sleek device.

The device's high-resolution display screen showed a clear feed of their surroundings, while the advanced audio processing unit picked up every whispered word. Orlov's eyes darted between the video feed and the conversation, analyzing every detail.

The Echelon Eye's features – live video feed, audio monitoring, post-call surveillance, night vision, motion detection, and GPS tracking – provided Orlov with real-time insights into their environment.

As he monitored the conversation, Orlov's thumb hovered 

over the device's controls, ready to switch between active call mode, stealth mode, or manual mode as needed. The device's encryption and biometric authentication ensured that only he could access the sensitive information.

'Wraith, hmm...?' Orlov muttered, a hint of amusement in his voice.

He walked over to his laptop, sitting on his bed. His fingers flew over the keyboard, hacking into legal files and navigating the dark web with practiced ease. After a few minutes of rapid typing and code, he gained access to a variety of databases, including the shadowy Darkspin website.

He examined documents, police reports, media articles, and even illicit dark web forums, learning more about Wraith. 'Wraith, age anonymous, a mercenary for hire,' Orlov mused, scanning the screen. 'No official records. Specialized in assassinations. 500,000 dollars. And a heavy presence on Darkspin. He's even on top of the Darkspin rank boards."

He chuckled. 'Quite a price tag. Conti's crew must be desperate, or just loaded. And they are using darkspin, how very intresting.'

He continued to browse. 'A skilled martial artist, of course. What could he learn in the worst case scenario?'

Orlov eyed a victim's photo. 'He's leaning more towards Taekwondo. Well, I prefer Aikido. But this isn't a martial arts exhibition, is it? Need to prepare my AKM.'

Orlov leaned back in his seat, contemplating the challenge. 'Perhaps this Wraith is worth my time,' he thought. 'But I'll be ready for whatever he throws at me,' he declared, a determined look in his eyes.

Orlov stepped into the dimly lit room, his eyes scanning the space with practiced intensity. He raised his hand, and his fingerprint and retinal scan activated the sliding wall, a modification he had designed himself. The wall slid open with a soft hum, revealing a sleek arsenal.

Rifles, pistols, and knives gleamed in the faint light, each item meticulously organized and maintained. Orlov's gaze settled on the AKM, its familiar shape a comforting presence.

He inspected the weapon, checking the ammo, the aim, the balance. His mechanical skills made the process second nature to him. 'This should do the trick,' he said, testing the weight in his hands. 'I'll have to make sure I have some extra magazines, though. Just in case...'

Orlov walked over to a nearby table, where he had stashed his supply of magazines, grenades, knives, and other weapons. 

He grabbed three magazines, tucking them into his tactical vest. 'Hm. Three is enough. I don't want to slow myself down,' he mumbled to himself.

He placed the magazines next to his AKM. 'A few knives wouldn't hurt either,' he added, selecting several blades.

 With a flick of his wrist, Orlov began to juggle the knives, their blades flashing in the dim light. 'I'd make for the next Joker if I wasn't such a monochrome raccoon,' he quipped, his eyes glinting with amusement.

Orlov quickly checked for his E-Cubes. 'Perfect,' he declared, satisfied.

Orlov carefully placed the AKM, magazines, knives, and E-Cubes into the Materius device. With a series of swift inputs, the device hummed to life, and the items began to dematerialize. Their molecular structures were compressed into a quantum state, stored within the device's advanced storage capacity.

'One never knows where this Wraith fellow might show up,' Orlov thought, a hint of amusement dancing on his lips as he watched the items disappear. He closed the device, his eyes narrowing slightly as he checked the Materius's status.

He walked over to his window, glancing out at the city. The sun was setting, casting an orange glow on the streets below. 'I'll wait until dark,' he determined, leaning against the wall. 'I work better in the shadows anyway.'

The fading light of dusk cast long shadows, and Orlov's focus sharpened as he prepared for the night ahead. He stood, the Materius secure in his hand, ready to be called upon when the time was right.