Martinez immediately radioed for medical assistance. "I need a paramedic unit at this location immediately. We have a drugging victim.""How long has she been unconscious?""About twenty minutes," Harry replied, continuing to try to rouse Alice. "Her pulse is steady, but she won't wake up.""We need to get her to a hospital," Martinez said. "Can you carry her?"Harry carefully lifted Alice into his arms. "I've got her, but Colonel, there's something else. I saw Dax—the leader of the vultures. He was here, and I think he has Lydia.""Dax?" Martinez's expression hardened. "Where did he go?""That way," Harry pointed toward a side exit. "I need to follow him. He's the key to finding Lydia.""Like hell you're going alone," Martinez growled. "You're not trained for this kind of operation.""You don't understand," Harry's voice was urgent. "This whole thing is connected to Frank. If I don't stop them now, more people are going to get hurt."Martinez studied Harry's determined expression. "J

In a dimly lit abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, Dax sat alone on a broken crate, his hands clenched into fists. The silence was deafening compared to the chaos that had erupted just hours earlier. Everything he had built, everything he had worked for, was gone."Twenty years," he muttered to himself, staring at the cracked concrete floor. "Twenty fucking years building the vultures, and that little shit Harry destroyed it all in one night."His phone buzzed with news alerts. He reluctantly checked the screen, and his face darkened as he read the headlines: "Major Drug Ring Busted," "Black Vultures Gang Dismantled," "Federal Agents Arrest Dozens in Club Raid.""Damn it!" Dax hurled his phone against the wall, watching it shatter into pieces.Meanwhile, Frank paced frantically in his luxurious apartment, his mind racing as he watched the same news coverage on his wall-mounted television. The reporter's voice filled the room with details of the raid."This is a disaster,

In the opulent Anderson family living room, Alice stood facing her parents with desperation in her eyes. The tension was thick as Frank maintained his concerned facade beside her."You have to listen to me!" Alice pleaded. "Harry didn't kidnap me. He saved me!"Mr. Anderson's face was red with fury. "Saved you? From what exactly?""I was at a club, and these men... they drugged me and were going to..." Alice's voice trailed off as she struggled to find the words."Were going to what?" Mrs. Anderson asked, her voice sharp with concern."Assault me," Alice whispered. "But Harry found me before anything happened. He fought them off and got me to safety.""And why exactly were you at some seedy club in the first place?" Mr. Anderson demanded.Alice hesitated, knowing the truth would only make things worse. "I was... I was trying to help Harry investigate something.""Investigate what?" her father's voice rose. "What kind of investigation requires my daughter to put herself in danger at so

Harry sat in the university library, surrounded by internship application forms and company brochures. After weeks of dealing with Frank's schemes and criminal conspiracies, it felt strange to focus on something as normal as his future career."Finally," he muttered to himself, "things are settling down. Maybe I can actually concentrate on my studies for once."He picked up a brochure for TechNova Industries, one of the city's leading technology companies. The application requirements were impressive, but their internship program was supposedly the best in the industry."Damn," Harry said, reading the fine print. "Not accepting any new interns this semester."He moved to the next option—MicroSoft Solutions. His heart sank when he realized it was a subsidiary of Anderson Industries."Well, that's out of the question," he said to himself. "Mr. Anderson would probably have me thrown out on sight."The third major tech company on his list made his stomach turn. Solomon Industries—Frank's

As the ambulance prepared to leave, Harry felt a familiar nagging sensation in his gut. Something wasn't right about this whole situation."I think I should follow them to the hospital," Harry said to no one in particular.Mona overheard and confronted him immediately. "Why can't you just leave them alone? You've done enough playing hero for one day.""I have a bad feeling about this," Harry replied. "Something else is going to happen.""A bad feeling?" Mona laughed harshly. "What are you now, some kind of psychic? You got lucky once, Harry. Don't let it go to your head.""This isn't about luck," Harry said firmly. "I need to make sure they're okay.""No, you need to stop inserting yourself into other people's problems!" Mona snapped. "You're not some kind of savior, Harry. You're just a college student with delusions of grandeur!"Harry ignored her protests and jogged toward his car. "I'm going to the hospital.""Harry!" Mona called after him angrily. "Don't you dare walk away from m