The communication device hidden in Yemin's meal tray buzzed softly with an incoming message at exactly 2:47 AM. Vincent Caruso's coded signal indicated that the first phase of their operation was ready to commence. Yemin closed his eyes and sent back a single character response: "Execute."Three miles away, at Thomas Morgan's primary financial hub disguised as a legitimate shipping company, Danny Morrison was completing his final security sweep before the night shift changeover. His hands trembled slightly as he approached the server room, knowing that in exactly sixty seconds, he would either help bring down a monster or sign his own death warrant."Control room, this is Danny," he spoke into his radio. "Server room is secure. Moving to the east corridor.""Copy that, Danny," came the response from Guard C, who was manning the control station. "All clear on the cameras."What the control room couldn't see was Danny inserting a small device into the main communication hub – a gift fro

The screams echoing through the facility's corridors had been constant for the past two days. Thomas Morgan's purge had begun in earnest, and the sound of executions and interrogations filled the underground complex with an atmosphere of terror that even the reinforced walls couldn't contain.Yemin sat in his cell, listening to the symphony of fear that Thomas had orchestrated, when the steel door burst open with unusual violence. Thomas stormed in, his pristine appearance now showing cracks – his shirt was wrinkled, his hair disheveled, and his eyes held the wild gleam of a man pushed to his breaking point."Twelve people," Thomas snarled, slamming a bloodied folder onto the metal table. "Twelve of my own people, dead because someone in my organization is feeding information to my enemies.""Sounds like you're having trust issues," Yemin observed quietly, noting the tremor in Thomas's hands."Trust?" Thomas laughed harshly, the sound devoid of any humor. "Trust is a luxury I can no l

The chaos from the tactical team's assault had provided the perfect cover for Vincent Caruso's final act of defiance.Despite his wounded shoulder, he had managed to trigger a controlled power surge that temporarily disabled the electromagnetic dampeners throughout the facility.In that brief window, Yemin had broken free from his restraints and escaped through emergency corridors that Vincent had mapped weeks earlier.Now, three levels above his former prison, Yemin moved silently through the shadows of the facility's upper sections.His enhanced abilities were slowly returning, but years of conditioning and psychological preparation had taught him that stealth and intelligence were more valuable than brute force.The secure wing where Isabella was being held was a stark contrast to his own brutal cell.The corridors were carpeted, the walls painted in soothing colors, and classical music played softly from hidden speakers.It was a gilded cage, designed to make captivity feel like l

The secure communication room on the top floor of Thomas Morgan's facility had become a war room filled with panic and desperation. Banks of monitors displayed feeds from various locations across the city, and every single screen told the same story: Thomas's empire was burning."Sir, the waterfront facility is gone," reported a trembling communications officer. "Complete loss. Thirty million in assets, destroyed.""What about the pharmaceutical front?" Thomas demanded, his voice tight with barely controlled fury."Overrun twenty minutes ago. The attackers knew exactly where to find the hidden laboratories."Thomas slammed his fist on the control panel, causing several monitors to flicker. "How is this possible? How do they know everything?"Vincent Caruso, his wounded shoulder bandaged but still functional, looked up from his position at a tactical display. "Because they've been planning this for months, Thomas. While you were playing with your prisoners, they were dismantling your o

Six months after the collapse of Thomas Morgan's criminal empire, Yemin stood in the witness box of the federal courthouse, his testimony serving as the final nail in the coffin of one of the largest human trafficking operations in the country's history."Mr. Ashford," the prosecutor said, "can you tell the court what happened when you finally confronted Thomas Morgan?"Yemin looked across the courtroom to where Thomas sat in shackles, his once-immaculate appearance now reduced to a standard orange jumpsuit. The man who had terrorized so many looked small and defeated."Thomas was cornered," Yemin replied calmly. "His organization was destroyed, his assets frozen, and federal agents were closing in. In his desperation, he tried to use my sister as leverage one final time.""And how did that confrontation end?""Thomas surrendered when he realized he had no remaining options," Yemin said. "The evidence against him was overwhelming, and even his most loyal subordinates had turned agains