All Chapters of Achilles: The Warlord Emperor: Chapter 261
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261: Roman's Pitfall
“Because I'm betraying them again by giving this to you.” Sharon's face hardened. “I don't care about the Cartel. I don't care about justice. I care about my daughter. Help me protect her, and the recording is yours.”Felix considered it, and it made sense. Sharon had always been practical. They had come a long way.He pocketed the flash drive: “I'll need to verify this is real before any money changes hands.”“Fair enough. But Felix?” Sharon's voice dropped. “Don't try to kill me. I have insurance. If anything happens to me, copies of that recording go to every news agency in Britain.”“Smart.” Felix smiled with contempt. “You learned well in this game.”“No hard feelings. It's just the game.”Felix started to turn away, then paused: “One question. Why did you really turn your back on the Cartel? What made you turn?”Sharon looked at him for a while. “I watched Eunice die. I watched her bleed out on the floor, begging f
262: Hitlers’ Downfall
Felix sat in the back of the transport vehicle, hands cuffed, head against the cold metal wall. Two special agents sat across from him, weapons ready, eyes fixated on him.Felix asked, his breath came in with sharp gasps: “Where are you taking me?”“Detention facility for maximum security.” One agent checked his watch. “You'll be processed, questioned, and then moved to holding a pending trial.”Felix mouthed further: “I want to speak to my lawyer.”“You'll get your phone call upon arrival.”Felix closed his eyes. His mind whirled through the possible outcomes his reality would get accustomed to.The recording Sharon had was probably damaged during the transmission, a setup to get him apprehended and thrown behind bars. But the conversation he had with her in the warehouse? That was real and recorded.He thought of Abel in Paris, hiding under a false identity, living off Cartel money. At least Abel was safe. At least—
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263: More Pawns Down
At Liverpool Detention Facility, Investigator Anthony entered the interrogation room where Felix sat, hands cuffed to the table. Felix glanced upright, exhausted and broken.“Your brother is in custody,” Anthony said without a stutter. “French police arrested him three hours ago. He's being extradited to Britain.”Felix closed his eyes, a surge of pain coursed through his veins: “What would become his fate?”“That depends on how much he cooperates.” Anthony sat down across from him. “But based on what we've already found in his apartment? Twenty years minimum, possibly more.”Wrinkles popped on Felix's forehead: “He was just helping family. He didn't know what he was getting into.”Anthony let out a sly smile: “What a joke? What do you take us for? Some dumbass that you spew shit at? Your older brother had been conniving with over twenty fraudulent companies in covering their deeds.”Maintaining a rigid composure, Anthony continued: “Right now, we need to talk about you. About the Car
264: Michael's Survival
[A Week Earlier]Michael Julian stumbled through the abandoned factory, blood soaking through his shirt. Ethan Hector had shot him. Unfortunately, on that fateful day, Michael had worn his vest.The impact had cracked ribs, and it felt like he was being hit by a sledgehammer. He'd dropped instantly, playing dead while Ethan checked his pulse and presumed him dead.An oversight from Ethan, a hasty confirmation. He had felt for a pulse on Michael's wrist instead of his neck. With adrenaline pumping through his system, Michael's heart rate was barely detectable there.Ethan let out a devilish cackle and walked away with the belief he had gunned down Michael Julian.Michael waited ten minutes before making a call to inform Star and Margaret about the kidnapping plot against Gabrielle. Afterwards, he crawled to his car and drove himself to a private clinic; the kind that didn't ask questions or report gunshot wounds.Three weeks later
265: A Trap?
“We found the shipment. Twelve crates, hidden in a legitimate cargo container. Different weapons; high-grade military hardware. Assault rifles, explosives, ammunition. Enough to arm a small army."Achilles uttered: “Was anyone guarding those?”Brig. George didn't hesitate: “Yes, warlord. Four Juma operatives. They engaged when we moved in; two dead, two in custody.”Achilles stroked his chin: “Interrogate them and find out what the weapons were for.”“Already started, warlord. They're not talking yet, but we'll break them.” George paused: “Warlord, there's something else. One of the crates was empty, already delivered.”Achilles felt ice in his veins: “What was in it?”“According to the manifest, it was the first shipment, delivered three days ago. The operatives won't say what it was, but the crate's size and weight suggest... explosives. A lot of them.”Achilles' eyes gleamed: “Find out where they went. Now.”
266: Trials Begin
[Two Weeks Later@London]The central criminal courtroom was packed beyond capacity. Media representatives lined the back wall, cameras pointed at the defendant dock where more than seven members of the Cartel sat in chains.Victor Escobar, Victor Calderon, Vidal Marcel, Isabelle Cortez. Lucia Montoya, Michelle Brenford, Victoria Stones, and the kidnappers.Each wore a prison jumpsuit as they looked smaller somehow, diminished without their power and influence.Achilles sat in the gallery beside Margaret, watching. The Faithfuls were scattered throughout the room; Brigadier George near the entrance, Brigadier Scott by the witness box, Brigadier Rachael Beauty in the public seating.Security was intact. Armed police at every door, metal detectors, and background checks on every person allowed inside.The judge entered, Lord Justice Hammond, a man with forty years on the bench and a reputation for being unastonishing unbiased.<
267: The Witness
“I was a few blocks from the rooftop where the recording was held, transmitting every single content.”The defense attorneys jumped up immediately with a frown: “Objection! This recording was obtained illegally, without consent!”“This is a preliminary hearing,” the judge said. “I'll allow it for now. The admissibility will be determined at trial.”Dame Harriet played the recording in the courtroom. The defendants' voices were clear, discussing murder with casual indifference.Lucia Montoya's face went white. Michelle remained calm, as if she had accepted her fate.“Ms. Grace, what happened to Eunice Hayden?”“She was murdered by the Cartel. Multiple shots against her chest. Victoria Stones was present when the deed was done.” Sharon pointed at Victoria. “She claims she was trying to help, but I think she was there to ensure the hit happened.”Victoria shook her head pitifully, but said nothing. The testimony continued f
268: Guilty On All Counts
[Three Days Later]At the Central Criminal Court, the proceedings lasted six hours. Now they filed back into the courtroom, faces solemn, unreadable.Lord Justice Hammond surveyed the packed gallery: “Has the jury reached a verdict?”The foreman stood, a middle-aged woman with steel-gray hair and steady eyes: “We have, Your Honor.”“On the charge of conspiracy to commit murder, how do you find the defendants?”“Guilty on all counts.”Gasps surged through the courtroom. One of the defense attorneys dropped his pen.“On the charge of treason?”“Guilty on all counts.”Lucia Montoya began tearing up softly. Michelle Brenford's coordinated demeanor finally cracked, her hands trembled in her lap.“On the charge of facilitating terrorism?”“Guilty on all counts.”Victor Escobar slammed his fist on the defendant's dock: “This is a farce! A setup!”“Order!” The judge's gavel c
269: Guilty As Charged
“The Archelords?”“Has to be. They're trying to silence him before he can testify about their operations.”“Increase security. No outside food, no packages, no communication that isn't monitored.” Achilles thought quickly. “And George? Move Felix to a secure hospital. Somewhere we can protect him properly.”“Yes, warlord.”The call ended. Achilles returned to find Margaret briefing Investigator Anthony on security protocols.“The Archelords just tried to kill Felix," Achilles informed. “They're cleaning up loose ends before anyone can expose them further.”“Abel is still in Paris,” Margaret said. “Should we—”“The initial plan was to extract him back to Liverpool but that seemed like a bad idea. Already coordinating with French authorities to move him to maximum security. But we need to assume the Archelords will try for everyone connected to this case. But he'll be moved to Britain on the eve of final sentencing.”<
270: The Firing Squad
[Two Weeks Later]At the military execution facility, dawn was cold. Achilles stood in the observation area, hands behind his back, watching as the execution detail prepared.Victor Escobar, Victor Calderon, Vidal Marcel, Isabelle Cortez. Four members of the Cartel leadership, four death sentences to be carried out.The Prime Minister stood beside Achilles, face stern. Mr. Montoya was there too, along with families of the Cartel's victims. People who'd lost loved ones to the organization's violence.They deserved to see justice done. The prisoners were led out separately, each restrained between two guards. They wore simple prison clothes, no blindfolds, they'd each refused them.Victor Escobar was first, even while facing death, he held his chin high, defiant to the end. They strapped him to the post. The execution detail, eight soldiers with rifles took position twenty meters away.The commanding officer approached Escobar: “Do