Max received an urgent call from Roy, a senior intelligence agent who was supposed to be on leave. Roy’s voice sounded serious and urgent on the other end.“I need to speak directly with Dann, right now,” he said firmly.Max suppressed his annoyance. “Roy, you’re on leave. We have a capable team here. Don’t complicate the situation.”However, Roy didn’t back down. “This isn’t about leave, Max. This information is too important and requires immediate action. The attack that just happened is only the tip of the iceberg. There’s something bigger at play, and it involves people around us—including those we consider trustworthy.”Max paused for a moment. Roy wouldn’t reach out unless it was serious. Reluctantly, Max stepped over to Dann, who was focused intently on the monitor.“Sir,” Max said, his voice restrained, “Roy from intelligence insists he needs to talk to you. He says the information can’t wait.”Dann took a long breath. “Alright, connect him here.”Max linked the call to the co

Dann walked back to his office, his mind buzzing with the gravity of their covert operation. The Chain had infiltrated deep, twisting trust into a tool for betrayal, but he was determined to unravel each layer. His steps echoed in the quiet hallway as he turned thoughts of vengeance into a razor-sharp focus. He knew this war required precision and caution—no mistakes, no hesitation.Just as he reached his office, his secure comm device buzzed. It was Roy again.“Dann, I just spoke with Cobra. They’re willing to meet but are demanding full anonymity. They’re insisting on an off-site location.”Dann’s jaw tightened. He didn’t like this demand, but he needed the intel. “Fine. Set it up, but make sure we control the perimeter. I want our best team shadowing them from the moment they step foot inside our territory. Cobra may be an asset, but we’re not giving them the upper hand.”“Understood. I’ll coordinate with Max on the logistics,” Roy replied.After disconnecting, Dann returned to his

As Cobra vanished into the shadows, Dann stood motionless in the middle of the darkened warehouse. His mind was buzzing with the intel he had just received—names of traitors, hidden operation sites, and the strategies the Chain had been using to undermine his military’s foundation. But he also knew the closer he got to the heart of their network, the higher the stakes would be.Activating his comm device, he spoke firmly. “Roy, I need a team at this location. Secure the area and look for any signs of Chain activity. I don’t want any surprises.”“Understood, Sir,” Roy replied with precision.Dann stepped out of the warehouse and made his way to the waiting vehicle, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of surveillance. During the ride back to headquarters, his thoughts churned. Cobra might be a temporary ally, but trust was a luxury he couldn’t afford in this war.Upon reaching the base, Dann summoned his elite team to the secure briefing room. Before them, a large holographi

The next morning, the skies over the city were still tinted with the smoke of war. The Chain had crossed a line—and Dann Riddect wasn’t about to let that go unanswered. He stood at the head of the war room, his commanding presence casting a long shadow across the digital map flickering on the wall. Red markers blinked—each representing a known facility tied to The Chain. One, in particular, pulsed brightly—the warehouse where Xenna and Eva had been held. Dann’s voice was calm, but it carried the weight of vengeance. "We’re done playing defense,” he said. “This ends now.” He turned to Nathan. “Deploy Shadow Unit Delta. Tell them I want that warehouse leveled. I want every last bastard who laid a hand on my family to rot in a hole they’ll never crawl out of.” “Yes, Sir,” Nathan replied, no hesitation in his voice. Within the hour, a convoy of matte-black tactical vehicles rolled out from the hidden base beneath the city. Onboard were the Shadow Unit—a special ops division compose

The two circled each other. Predator versus predator. Then—Dann struck first. His fist collided with Ravenhawk’s armor, denting the chest plate. Ravenhawk retaliated with a plasma-infused punch that forced Dann back. Elbow strikes. Knee drives. Shadow footwork. The room shook with every blow. Downstairs Xenna groaned, crawling toward a wall panel. Her fingers found the emergency beacon. A weak red light flickered. “Eva…” she whispered. “Tell him… he needs backup.” Eva was already running. Gun in hand. No longer helpless. Dann lured Ravenhawk to the estate’s rooftop. Lightning painted the sky in flashes of electric blue. Rain poured down in sheets. “You’re not touching my family again,” Dann hissed. Ravenhawk spit blood. “You’re already broken. I’ve learned enough. The rest? Just details.” Dann pressed a small badge on his neck. In a flicker, sleek black armor formed over his body. Silver lines lit his chest. The Falcon—reborn. “Then come test the legend.”