Nathan stopped pacing and turned back towards the man toed to the chair. “Now,” Nathan began, his tone as calm as it was menacing, “you’re going to tell me everything you know about this man who gave you the packag.” Nathan was determined to find Sebastian and he was going to use him to send a very clear message, no one commits such atrocity and gets away with it. The man’s bloodshot eyes darted around the room as if searching for an escape that didn’t exist. “I—I told you everything already,” he stammered. “He found me at the bar. He was tall, white hair, scar on his left cheek...” Nathan interrupted, his voice razor-sharp. “Not just what he looked like. Everything. What did he sound like? Did he have an accent? What kind of car did he drive? How did he pay you? Cash? A transfer? Details.” The man swallowed hard and his face contorted in pain and fear. He took a shaky breath, clearly struggling to think through the haze of agony. “His voice... it was deep, but smooth and he.

The days that followed was a power struggle between Prescott and Vorthax. Sebastian’s rage knew no bounds, and Nathan’s cold responses fueled the fire. What began with a severed head escalated into a series of exchanges. Sebastian did not wait long. Less than twenty-four hours after receiving the package, Vorthax launched a cyberattack on Prescott’s communication systems.The entire networks were brought to a standstill for hours this disrupted government operations, financial institutions, and even civilian services. Nathan sat in his room, his eyes fixed on the glowing monitors displaying the chaos. Beside him, his top intelligence officers were working furiously to counter the intrusion. They worked tirelessly and within hours, Prescott’s systems were back online,l.After that two days later Vorthax forces infiltrated Prescott’s northern borders. They moved under the cover of darkness, they had one mission and that was to sabotage Prescott’s key military outposts and creat

The Prescott National Stadium was alive with energy,. The stands were packed with thousands of fans dressed in Prescott's national colors and waving huge flags.The atmosphere was electric, as the audience continued to cheer. On the field, the players from both teams were warming up for the match. The commentators’ voices filled the stadium, their excitement matching the crowd as they discussed the significance of the game. “This match is more than just sport,” one commentator announced over the speakers. “It’s a symbol of Prescott’s strength and determination especially in these trying times. All eyes are on this game today.” In the VIP section, an official stood at the front, addressing the eager crowd of dignitaries and reporters. “Ladies and gentlemen, information just reaching me that President Nathan will be arriving shortly,” he announced, his voice steady and commanding. The mention of Nathan’s name drew murmurs of anticipation among the audience, they were so happy th

Nathan froze, his stomach sinking. “You’re out of your mind. That’s billions—” “Precisely,” Sebastian interrupted, his voice sharp. “Half of it, or the bombs go off. One in the stadium where thousands will die, and one under your precious wife’s car. Tick-tock, Mr. President.” Nathan’s free hand clenched into a fist, his nails digging into his palm. “You’re a monster,” he spat, his voice trembling with fury. Sebastian chuckled, “Save the moral outrage. You have thirty minutes to decide.” Nathan’s voice cracked with desperation. “Don’t hurt her. Don’t hurt my wife or my child. I’ll do whatever you want, just leave them out of this.” “Good,” Sebastian said, his voice almost gleeful. “Then start moving, Nathan. Time waits for no man.” The line went dead again.Nathan didn’t waste a second. He turned to his security team, his voice cold and commanding. “Seal off the stadium. No one leaves until every inch is searched. I want bomb squads on the ground now. Move!” His men hes

Nathan’s car sped through the streets of Prescott, he was sweating profusely as his mind was racing. The clock was ticking, and Sebastian’s voice echoed in his ears “Choose wisely.”His phone buzzed, jolting him from his thoughts. It was his security chief. “Sir,” the man said urgently, “we’ve manage to track Vanessa’s car. She’s on the move.” Nathan’s chest tightened. “On the move? She wasn’t supposed to move. Send me the GPS coordinates now!” “Understood, sir. Sending them your way.” Moments later, his phone pinged with the location. His eyes scanned the map, and his heart sank. The car was heading toward a major intersection, not far, but not close enough. Nathan barked orders into the intercom. “Get eyes on that car now! I need a visual. And keep the stadium search going. Do not stop until that bomb is found.” “Yes, Mr. President,” he said swiftly. Nathan gripped the steering as he pushed the car to it's limit. His mind replayed Sebastian’s ultimatum over and over.