Andrew’s boots pounded against the polished concrete as the elevator doors slid open to the final hallway. Red alarm lights flickered across the walls, casting long, distorted shadows. The floor was a gauntlet—a gauntlet of memory and danger. Each corridor, each doorway, was rigged with automated defenses, motion sensors, and cameras that tracked movement like predators stalking prey.He checked the grip on his sidearm, feeling the familiar weight as both weapon and extension of his reflexes. But this time, he wasn’t alone. Vance’s voice crackled in his earpiece, calm but tense.“Andrew, sensors are online. Motion grids are active. Left-hand corridor has two armed techs and a turret overhead. I can guide you through if you move fast and precise. Don’t hesitate.”Andrew exhaled, pressing forward. The first pair of guards rounded a corner, weapons raised. Andrew fired, low and controlled, forcing one to the floor with a precise shot to the thigh, disarming the other with a spinning kick

Andrew limped through the reinforced doors, every step a reminder of the brutal hallway fight that had just taken everything from him. Sweat stung his eyes, blood trickled from a gash along his temple, and his muscles screamed with exhaustion. His weapon was nearly empty, ammo counts flashing in the dim light of the server room, and yet he pressed on. Every second mattered; the evidence—the Heart—had to be secured before it was wiped clean.Rows of blackened server racks stretched into the shadows, cables snaking across the floor like the veins of some massive organism. Fans whirred with mechanical precision, cooling the machines that held the secrets of the Agency: unedited surveillance footage, financial ledgers, black operations accounts, the proof of laundering, bribery, and betrayal. This was the core—the nerve center of power that had manipulated Andrew’s life from the shadows.Vance’s voice was calm in his earpiece, a steady anchor in the chaos. “Andrew, data ports are prepped.

Andrew burst through the double doors of the Director’s office, the smell of expensive leather and antiseptic filling his senses. The room was a sharp contrast to the chaos outside: polished oak, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, and an air of sterile authority. At the center, behind an ornate desk, sat the Director. Calm. Composed. Too calm.“Andrew Pierre,” the Director said smoothly, voice dripping with mock cordiality. “I have to admit, I’m impressed you made it this far. Most operatives in your position… wouldn’t have survived the executive floors.”Andrew’s boots scraped against the marble as he advanced. Blood streaked his face, his uniform torn, wounds fresh from the brutal fight through the elite guard. But his eyes, steel-grey and unwavering, fixed on the Director. “Cut the theatrics,” he said. “I know everything. The Heart, the purge, your laundering, the clean-up crews… everything.”The Director’s thin smile didn’t waver. “Everything, you say? Fascinating. But

Chapter 1 - The Mute BoyCarl was returning from the school library after finishing his girlfriend’s project. He had spent the whole day doing her project because the deadline was by eleven p m. She had not informed him earlier that he was going to help her out.Since it was their final project in medical school, he poured his heart into it so she was going to have a good grade. It was no secret that he was the top student in their class and he was dating the hottest girl in their class too. Many people gossip about how they didn’t suit each other because he was a nerdy broke boy that had no connection or good background but his girlfriend, Rita, had a very good background.All these rumors didn’t matter to him, he was satisfied with getting to see her face everyday, doing her assignments, buying her meals as her boyfriend. That was enough to brighten his day and help him forget his struggles.When he was done with the assignment, he headed to the lounge to get some coffee for him

Chapter 3 - Still MuteIt’s been ten days since Carl had been locked in the family training room. He had been taking breath and healing technique lessons from all the masters that his grandfather had employed specially for him.Secretary Wang drove him to the hospital, then he dropped him off at the last bus stop, so that Carl’s true identity would remain hidden as he wished. After Carl got down at the bus stop, he rushed down to the hospital as he was already late. Secretary Wang had brought him later than an intern doctor as supposed to resume. He hurriedly entered the hospital and went straight to the locker room.“Who do we have here?” Huston sent a sharp glare in Carl's direction.Carl just ignored him and he began to search for an empty locker to use.Huston suddenly got angry because Carl was ignoring him in front of everyone in the room. They all knew that Huston’s father was a director in the hospital so they had been sucking up to him all murmuring. For ignoring him, Hust