Inside a spacious, high-tech workshop within Helios enterprise, Marvin Richmond sat hunched over a sleek worktable, his sharp eyes were locked onto a holographic screen. The room around him was quiet, save for the soft hum of machines and the occasional beep from the devices he worked with.Blueprints of an advanced drone flickered on the screen in front of him. The images showed intricate mechanical designs, delicate energy circuits, and the outer casing of the drone, all made to look like a work of art. Marvin’s hands, covered in thin, black gloves, moved swiftly over the worktable, adjusting tiny components with the precision of someone who had spent years perfecting his craft.This was no ordinary drone. It was a stealth reconnaissance model, designed to infiltrate high-risk areas without being detected. Unlike the usual drones used for surveillance, this one had a special feature that no one could replicate: a cloaking mechanism that bent light around it, making it invisible

A sharp beep echoed through the dimly lit workshop. The holographic projection flickered violently before stabilizing.Then, Luminar spoke.“IDENTITY OF DEVICE PLANTER: CONFIRMED.”Marvin held his breath, his glowing blue eyes started narrowing. The anticipation was suffocating.Luminar's voice deepened, carrying an eerie weight.“Name: Ethan Voss.”Marvin’s pupils shrank. Ethan Voss?! The name sent a jolt through his mind.He clenched his fists. "Are you sure?"Instead of answering immediately, Luminar directed him toward a workstation in the corner of the room.“Boss, move to the terminal on your right,” the synaptic echo instructed.Marvin turned sharply. A PC was already switched on, its screen was dimly glowing. But he hadn't turned it on.His pulse quickened.The moment he stepped closer, the screen suddenly came to life.A series of rapid system breaches flashed across the monitor. Lines of code ran like a storm—commands were executed at an unnatural speed.“Luminar…” Marvin’s

Marvin’s fingers tightened around the phone as he listened intently. Dr. Hayes took a slow breath before speaking."Marvin, listen carefully. I just got word that Ethan Voss is about to be discharged from the hospital."Marvin’s heart pounded harder. "Discharged?" He frowned. "That doesn’t make any sense. He should still need medical attention shouldn't he."Dr. Hayes sighed, his voice dropped slightly. "It’s not a normal discharge, Marvin. It’s being forced."Marvin sat up straighter, his glowing blue eyes were flickering. "Forced? By who?""A few men loyal to Darius Crowe," Dr. Hayes said. "They came into my office a few minutes ago. They told me they are moving Ethan Voss to a private facility—one they claim is more advanced than my hospital."Marvin’s mind raced. This wasn’t right. If Crowe’s men were involved, it meant Ethan Voss was being taken somewhere for a reason—most likely to keep him away from prying eyes.But how could they suspect that his security was not guaranteed a

Inside Marvin Richmond’s private lab, the lights were dim. The air smelled of antiseptic, cold and clean.Ethan Voss lay on a white hospital bed, his body was covered with bandages. A thin blanket was pulled up to his chest. The heart monitor beside him beeped softly, showing a slow but steady rhythm.A tall man in a white coat stood beside the bed, checking Ethan’s pulse. His name was Dr. Lewis, a trusted doctor sent by Dr. Hayes to treat Ethan’s injuries upon Marvin's request.Marvin Richmond stood a few feet away, his arms were crossed tightly. His sharp eyes never left Ethan’s pale face.“How bad is he?” Marvin asked, his voice was cold, but there was a hint of worry.Dr. Lewis sighed, removing his gloves. His expression was serious.“He’s stable now, but the injuries are severe,” the doctor said quietly. “He has two broken ribs, a concussion, and a deep cut on his right thigh. He also inhaled a lot of smoke from the fire… If we hadn’t treated him quickly, he might not have made

The governor’s confused voice hung in the air."What… what do you mean, Mr. Marvin?"Marvin took a slow breath, steadying himself. He knew this was his only chance to shift the tides — to save his company, his reputation, and his life’s work."Your Excellency," he began, his tone was firm but respectful. "I am a businessman who only just made it into the commercial scene not too long ago. Why would anyone think I would risk everything — the trust of the public, my company’s future — by not just failing to do my job well, but causing a great disaster? A disaster that led to casualties?"He let the question linger, heavy with unspoken truth."The Lunebrook incident was not my doing," Marvin continued, with the heat of conviction rising in his voice. "In fact, I have been quietly gathering evidence, and from everything I’ve found, Darius Crowe stands out as a suspect. There are traces of interference… patterns too calculated to be mere coincidence."A tense silence followed. Marvin coul