Leo looked at the screen, then at his brothers. "Neither. If he wants to bring us out of the shadows, we’ll give him a show. Donnie, trace the physical location of that master .exe file. If it’s in New York, we’re going to delete it... in person."
Leo stepped into the light, his hand resting on the hilt of his katana. "Who would have access to that kind of data?"
for the final showdown (e.g., a high-tech skyscraper, an abandoned arcade).
