The following days were a blur of shadows and whispers. Every corner of the city seemed to hold secrets, every friendly face might be an enemy in disguise. The air was thick with tension, and the members of Badburn moved cautiously, eyes sharp, senses heightened.

Jeydon gathered his core team in their secret base, the walls covered with faded graffiti the colors telling stories of battles past. The plan was simple but dangerous root out the traitor without revealing their hand.

RB and Kiro took to the streets, blending with the crowds, searching for any sign of the enemy. They moved like ghosts, eyes scanning for anything unusual a hand signal, a strange phone call, a meeting in the dead of night.

Meanwhile, Jeydon worked his contacts in the underground, piecing together fragments of information. The Nightfangs were not only planning an attack they were recruiting new fighters from rival gangs, promising power and wealth.

One night, as RB walked a dimly lit street, a figure stepped out of the shadows a young man from their own ranks. His eyes betrayed fear and desperation.

RB... I didnt want this, the man whispered. They forced me. They have my family.

RB's heart clenched. This was the enemy they never wanted to fight one caught between loyalty and survival.

We'll protect them, RB promised, placing a steady hand on the mans shoulder. But you have to help us now.

Back at the base, Jeydons phone buzzed a coded message. Meet at the old warehouse. Midnight.

They arrived to find a small group of Badburn members who had grown suspicious and wanted to come clean. The tension was thick, but the air shifted unity was stronger than fear.

In the shadows, the real enemy watched, planning their next move. But Badburn was no longer just a gang they were a family, bound by fire and steel, ready to fight for each other until the end.