Debra Zachs immediately stared at Mrs Juliet who had just finished giving her own contribution at the moment, she then turned to look at General Carl Gerald before adding.“General Carl Gerald, my proposal for external audits isn't just a Hail Mary; it's a firewall.”“I've got contacts from the old Orion Task Force, ghosts from our pre-agency days who owe us favors deeper than blood.”“They'll scrub our logs without bias, cross-reference every comm ping from the last six months against known syndicate signatures.”“Lord Denver's crew loves their encrypted bursts—short, sharp, untraceable—but we've cracked patterns like that before. Remember the Zurich intercept? We turned a single anomaly into a full dismantle of their European cell. And for the mole?”“We don't just hunt; we bait. Feed selective crumbs through isolated channels: a fabricated rendezvous point here, a dummy asset transfer there.”“Watch which shadows lunge first. If it's Jason—and I say this with no joy in my heart—we

“Jason, answer the question.” Mrs Juliet Marcus immediately said, her face was etched in shock and bewilderment as she stared at Jason.She actually liked Jason but wasn't going to really take chances ever again even with herself, not after Sara Gerald had just been shot by an unknown assailant and Jasmine, her friend, was now on the run.Like she actually suddenly disappeared from the Mrs Amber Gerald Foundations launch venue right after Sara Gerald was shot almost dead.Jason didn't hesitate any longer, he just answered the question standing tall. “With everything I've got, General Carl Gerald, We've bled together.” Jason finally replied.“Good. Because from here on out, we're locking it down. No chatter on open channels. Coded bursts only. And eyes on everyone.”“We're rebuilding the Elite Divisions Military units secret service agency stronger than ever, but first, we vanish.”“No trace, no trail. Those goons from Lord Denver, Lord Wilson, Black Triangle, White Lotus—they think th

Debra Zachs immediately took a deep breath, she had her gaze moved from the face of Mrs Juliet Marcus to the driver who was driving them in the military grade colour super armour bullet resistant All terrain vehicles.She stared at the other side of the chair where she sat, her gaze fell on Zaia Scott who was riding with them but she hadn't actually been actively talking since it was now being kind of established that her friend Jasmine who had been to the Lord Patrick's Global Group, Venus Hills group internship was actually a suspect in the shooting of Sara Gerald. She just wanted all this to be over in the shortest time possible.She wanted Lord Denver, Lord Wilson, the whole Black Triangle Syndicates and White Lotus group and all of their goons and accomplice dead and gone.As Zaia Scott sat there not talking to anyone she still believed that somehow for some weird reasons that there exists a possibility of Jasmine, her friend being innocent, to Zaia Scott, Jasmine might actually

“These syndicates have poisoned everything they've touched—families torn apart, cities corrupted, lives extinguished for profit.”“Lord Denver sits in his ivory tower, pulling strings like a puppet master, while Lord Wilson twists minds until people don't know up from down. Black Triangle provides the brute force, White Lotus the shadowy networks.”“No, forgiveness would be a betrayal to every victim. We need to end them, root and stem.” Debra Zachs voice was emotionless, detected, cold and I have run out of words to describe her words. Just by looking at her, you can tell that Debra Zachs actually meant every word which she had said.Mrs. Juliet Marcus nodded immediately vigorously, her own anger rising. “Exactly. We can't just clip the branches; we have to burn the tree.”“Starting with the top leaders—Lord Denver, Lord Wilson, and whoever else is pulling the strings in Black Triangle and White Lotus.”“Kill them, make it public, brutal if necessary. Set an example to every other c

Debra Zachs had been behaving a little bit from her usual self since Mrs Juliet Marcus, her friend, had engaged Captain Luke, the member of the Elite Divisions Military units secret service agency who was driving the fully armoured All Terrain Vehicle (ATV) which they rode in.Captain Luke slowly nodded almost immediately, his eyes moving to the rearview mirror in front of him."Plenty. Like the time we dismantled a Black Triangle arms depot in the industrial district. It was a multi-week stakeout, freezing nights watching shipments come in.”“We coordinated with aerial support, timed the raid perfectly—seized enough weapons to arm a small army.”“That op alone prevented who knows how many street wars. Or the undercover gigs; I posed as a low-level enforcer once to infiltrate a White Lotus meeting.”“We learned their codes, their hierarchies—brought back intel that led to capturing three handlers. It's those details that make the difference. And the humanitarian side?”“We've evacuate