BREAKING: Mysterious Sources Strike Again đ€«

Marcus and Jay were in their usual spot at the D.C. park chess table, the White House lurking in the background like it was eavesdropping.
Marcus pushed a pawn forward and said:
Marcus:
âYo, Jay, you hear that genius news report about the second air strike on that drug boat?â
Jay didnât even look up from the board.
Jay:
âOh, the one based on âsources familiar with the matterâ? My favorite phrase. Sounds like somebodyâs uncle texted them at 3 a.m.â
Marcus snorted.
Marcus:
âBro, explain to me how a missile hits a tiny speedboat and somehow theyâre talking about survivors. A missile. On a boat built like a Dollar Tree toy.â
Jay:
âFor real. Odds of surviving that? Like 10%, and thatâs if God, Buddha, and Batman team up to help you swim.â
Jay moved a knight with the confidence of a man whoâs seen too many plot holes in real life.
Jay:
âBut then the news said they had to hit it again to âfinish the job.â These dudes werenât cartel members they were Final Boss characters.â
Marcus leaned back and glanced toward the White House.
Marcus:
âAnd the sources! Always the same mystery people from Beyond the Shadows.
âIndividuals familiar with the situation.â
Translation: a guy who overheard another guy while taking out the trash.â
Jay:
âThey act like the info came from a ghost haunting the Pentagon break room.
No names. No proof. Just vibes.â
Marcus moved his queen forward dramatically.
Marcus:
âYou know what kills me? If the government fought cartels with the same energy they use fighting each other, the country would be safer than a library on Christmas.â
Jay:
âBut nah⊠we get these stories that make less sense than a horoscope written by a drunk intern.â
He tapped the chess clock.
Jay:
âYour move. But donât worry if I donât like it, Iâll just say âsources confirmâ and erase it.â
Marcus laughed.
Marcus:
âJust like the news. Loud, dramatic, and none of it actually adds up.â