All Chapters of THE SYNDICATE'S SHADOW AGENT : Chapter 21
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Chapter Twenty
"Ria how long would it take you to gather evidence. I can see that you're not being serious with this mission. Don't push me, your fucking retarded brunette." Ria rolled her eyes as she read the text. She put her phone back in her pocket, and turned her gaze back on o the hospital bed. Where Raymond was laying. It's been two days after his surgery. He's still in a coma. And according to the doctor's statement, his chances of survival are higher. She couldn't wait to see him back on his feet. She leaned forward in her chair, beeping or hospital machines blaring in her ears. Ria placed her hands on Raymond's feeble fingers. An oxygen machine was placed across his face. "I'm really sorry, Ray." Ria muttered. For a split second, it felt like she was apologizing to someone who's listening. "I'm sorry, you had to be betrayed this way. I know you're going hate everyone so much for doing this to you." Until the first tear dropped, Ria didn't realize how stunned and broken she was. Guilt s
Chapter Twenty One
It's been two days after Raymond's surgery and two days since Al introduced the Starlight Serenity Diamond mission. Al assigned Ria to uncover who had the code and the biometrics to unlock the vault in the Bloodstone Tower. Without it, every attempt - would be a waste of time. **** "His name is Vladimir Pavel." Ria began. A picture of a bald man - appeared on the monitor. "He's a Russian Democrat. He runs a human trafficking ring, an illicit arms and drug dealer, and a black market organ trader." Everyone had their eyes on the screen as Ria spoke. Tyler rubbed his jaw and exhaled. "So how's he connected to the Diamond?" Tyler asked. "Yeah, spill, Ria." Al's voice blared, smoke flying around him, as Dera stood beside him. "He didn't really purchase the Starlight Serenity Diamond." Ria declared. "He stole it." "How's that even possible?" Tyler smirked - his mouth curved between a grin and a frown. "He stole it from Sultan Khalifa, a monarch in Saudi Arabia. He snuck i
Chapter Twenty Two
“Who the fuck could be doing this?” Al thundered, pacing the room. He tore off his hat, ran a hand through his hair, and glared at everyone. “Someone knew we were coming for him and decided to kill him.”“I don’t think that’s what’s going on,” Tyler cut in, cautious like he was walking on a minefield.“Then what is going on?” Dera snapped, eyes slicing into him.Tyler bit his lip, meeting her stare. “If anyone else was coming for Vladimir, it’s for the same reason we went after him. He just got into the country. Why would anyone want him dead? It has to be because of that stone.”He glanced around, scanning the faces of everyone in the room.Al said nothing. He cracked open a bottle of whiskey and swallowed half of it like water.“I can’t lose millions just like that,” he growled, leaning over the table. “Something has to be done. Fast.”“What if there’s another way to unlock the vault?” Ria asked, leaning in.“Vladimir’s the only one who can unlock it, dummy,” Dera snapped. “Maybe you
Chapter Twenty Three
“The Bayview County Morgue has been attacked. The incident occurred at 9pm last night. The morgue assistant, identified as Philip Jones, and four security guards were murdered. Police say the attackers came specifically to extract a blood sample from a corpse. Four hours after the Bayview attack, another hit took place at Bloodstone Tower. Officers reported that the criminals attempted to break into the vault but failed. Six officers were confirmed dead. And three - injured. Evidence gathered so far links both attacks to a Mafia group called Trysis, led by Al — known for several political heists. The Minister for Security assures that they will be brought to justice. This is the news from Star TV, and I am Amelia Williams. Good even—”Al grabbed the remote and killed the TV before she finished. He flung the remote into the wall. His fist tightened, and he kicked the table — it exploded into pieces. Veins crawled up his neck.“You all need to start explaining,” he thundered. “You said
Chapter Twenty Four
This is Written in First Person POV RAYMONDWhy is this room dark and hollow?They said heaven is ethereal and dreamy. This feels nothing like that. No angels singing. Just a wall clock ticking like a time-bomb.Cars zoomed by outside — loud, ambient. I didn’t know there was traffic in hell either.I sat up slowly, nausea crawling through my chest.Where the hell am I?God didn’t promise me a room in hell. My eyes landed on a painting on the wall. I tried to stand, but a sharp pain sliced through my feet and I dropped back onto the bed.Then the flashes hit me.In phases.Slow.Cruel.Nairobi.The mission there—clean. Precise.I killed the Minister but couldn’t shake Kira’s death. She deserved a second chance, but life never cared about what anyone deserved.Still, the job was a success.I recovered the twenty billion dollars. The people of Briarcliff finally had hope. Their homes could be rebuilt since the government refused to help.Then the next memory crashed into me like a wav
Chapter Twenty Five
RaymondThe doctor took the stethoscope off my chest, packed the rest of her equipment, and placed everything neatly back into her bag.“You’re pretty much fine now. But you still need rest. In a couple of days, you should be fully healed,” she said.She sounded exactly like Ria.Same calm voice. Same steady eyes. No soothsayer needed to tell me they were siblings. The only difference was that Ria was slightly taller… and part of a mafia.“I’d have to go now,” Amelia said. “Thanks, sis. I’ll call you later,” Ria replied. They hugged before Amelia walked out, leaving just Ria and me in the room.For some reason, being alone with her made the air feel tight.“Amelia,” I began. “Beautiful name. That means it can be shortened to Lia.”I wasn’t sure if that was a question or a statement. Either way, I waited.“Yeah. Lia for short,” Ria smiled. “But she hates being called that.”“Why? It’s a cool name.”“Our mum used to call her that. After she passed… it started bringing back memories
Chapter Twenty Six
This is written in third person perspective. Trysis HQ“Good job, Raymond,” Al snickered. He tossed his phone onto the sofa and burst into laughter.“This cocksucker really thinks he can bring me down.” “But he can.” The man seated beside him spoke calmly. Inspector Mark — one of the FBI’s top officials… and Al’s paid shield whenever things got messy. “This guy was part of your mafia,” Mark continued. “He knows everything. If he keeps talking, all of us are taking a nice trip to prison — and I’m not losing my job because of you.”Dera scoffed from across the room. She walked over and planted a kiss on Al’s head. Al pulled her closer, their lips locking without shame.Mark’s face twisted in disgust.“Guys, wrong time. This is serious!” he thundered, rising to his feet. Hands on his waist, pacing restlessly. “That man knows too much.”“Mark, calm—”“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down!” Mark snapped, sweat gathering on his forehead. “My career is on the line. Years of service — go
Chapter Twenty Seven
“Who the fuck are you?” I yelled, my feet trembling in outright shock.“Calm down, Raymond. I can explain. It’s not what you think.” Ria pressed her hands together as she stepped toward me.“What do you think I’m thinking, you freaking traitor?” I snapped. “I thought you were different. I trusted you. So you saved my life just to turn me in to the cops?” Sweat rolled down my temple. “You could’ve just let me die.”“Ray, I’m sorry, I—”“How long have you been a rat?” I cut in, nostrils flared. “Raymond, please, I can—”“ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION!.” I slammed my hand against the wall.She flinched. “Five years.”The words hit like a bullet.“Wow.” I let out a hollow laugh. “So you and Al had this planned, right? You knew everything. I’ve been so stupid.” I turned away, dragging a hand down my face. “Ria… I trusted you.”“Raymond, you have to believe me. I didn’t know about any of this. It’s a setup.”I stepped closer until her breath brushed my lips. “Which part is the setup? That yo
Chapter Twenty Eight
Ria opened the door.A man stepped in — leather jacket, sharp jawline, eyes pale as snow. Mid-fifties, but built like he could still knock out twenty jump squats without breaking a sweat.“…I wasn’t expecting you,” Ria stuttered, jerking her head back. “I had to come,” Damien said, voice low. “You stopped taking my calls.” His eyes swept across the room.“I was busy.” She shut the door behind him.“Busy with what?” he asked casually, strolling toward the sofa. He picked up a shirt from the floor. “You had company?”Ria’s heart pounded. She snatched the shirt from him.“No. It’s my cousin’s,” she said too quickly.Damien studied her.“What’s going on, Ria? How long is it going to take you to bring these bastards down?” He sat, leaning forward. “Its been five years, and all you do is ask for more time. I’m tired of it. Give me something. I need enough to take this syndicate apart. Captain Elias is on my neck.”Ria brushed hair from her face.“It’s not easy, Damien. This is the biggest
Chapter Twenty Nine
Everyone exchanged glances, across the clustered planning table. Weapons and empty bottles of whiskey laying on the ground, like dead bodies. Al sat down, watching them — one by one. Like he could read their minds. Tyler gazed in disbelief, rubbing his face. “Wait,” Tyler began. “I don’t know what or where you’re going with this, but I’m sure you know we can’t put six billion dollars in our pockets. That’s a huge amount of money.” “Can you just shut up and let him finish?” Dera scolded, glaring at Tyler. “Where are we stealing this money from?” Ria asked — locking eyes with Al. “Good question!” Al exclaimed and stood up from his seat. He picked up a remote and hit a button. The huge screen flashed to life, the ambient glow — hitting their faces. The picture of a big building appeared. Silence. “The JP Morgan chase?” Tyler exclaimed, clearing his throat. “We’re losing our lives after this one.” “We’re taking 6 billion dollars out of the JP Morgan Chase.” Al said.