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WARPATH
Dale Truman had already crossed the line before Harrington could stop him.“Are you sure of what you are saying, Mr Dale?” Harrington asked slowly.Dale smiled without warmth. “I am very sure.”“You are angry right now, I believe that it will be better and productive for you if you calm down.”“I am awake,” Dale said. “For four days, my company has been bleeding because one man decided to play god with my oil empire. Send me his picture now.”Dale’s voice carried the frustration of a man losing control for the first time in years. The eastern oil routes were not just business channels to him. They were symbols of power. Every delayed shipment and every frozen transaction felt like someone tearing pieces from his reputation publicly.He had spent years building fear around his name. Port officials obeyed him. Smugglers respected him. Politicians tolerated him because they needed his influence. Now one unseen man had shaken all of it within days.However, Harrington was silent for abou
THE ROAD THAT LEADS TO DEATH
Dale laughed. “Die?”“Yes,” Harrington said. “Master Ethan Xavier can be very unassuming. That is what makes him dangerous. You may stand before him and think he is just another businessman. That mistake will cost you everything.”Harrington remembered the summit clearly.The panic.The frozen accounts.The silent pressure.No public threats had been made. No official declaration came from Xavier Group. Yet billion-dollar systems began collapsing with terrifying precision.That was the moment Harrington realized Ethan Xavier did not need to raise his voice to destroy people.Dale walked toward a dark cabinet near the wall. “I do not fear quiet men.”“You should fear this one.”“I fear no man.”“That is not strength,” Harrington said. “That is ignorance.”Dale opened the cabinet. Inside were several locked drawers and a polished black case. His aide saw it and went pale.Harrington continued, “Pay the eight million dollars. Abandon the proposal fully. Submit to Xavier Group’s terms. Th
THE FIRST STRIKE AT AVALORA
Dale Truman’s convoy moved toward Avalora like a dark promise.Eight black vehicles tore through the road leading into the half-controlled town. The afternoon sky was dull, and dust rose behind the convoy as engines growled over broken asphalt. Inside the lead vehicle, Dale sat with one hand near the gun inside his coat, his face was hard and focused.His aide sat beside him, staring at a tablet connected to a drone feed.“Sir,” the aide said, his voice was tight, “the drone has reached the Xavier headquarters perimeter.”Dale did not look at him. “Speak.”“The front gate has visible Tribunal soldiers. Around ten or twelve. Two outer checkpoints. Concrete barriers. Light armored cover.”“Only that?”“That is what the drone can see from outside,” the aide said. “The inner compound is blocked from full view. There may be more tribunal soldiers inside.”Dale smiled coldly. “There are always more men inside. That is why we go in hard.”The aide swallowed. “Sir, if Harrington was right, th
THE GATE FALLS TOO EASILY
Dale Truman’s convoy pushed deeper into the Xavier headquarters while smoke rolled behind them like a storm.The road leading toward Xavier headquarters had become chaotic. Gunfire echoed across damaged buildings while frightened civilians and workers disappeared into alleys and abandoned shops. The eight black vehicles sped forward aggressively, crushing debris beneath their tires as Dale sat inside the lead SUV with cold satisfaction on his face.His men were advancing.And Tribunal soldiers were retreating.To Dale, that was all the proof he needed.Inside the vehicle, his aide wiped sweat from his forehead while monitoring the drone feed shakily.“Sir,” he said carefully, “the outer defenders are pulling back toward the secondary perimeter.”Dale smirked. “That is exactly what frightened men do.”“Or regrouping soldiers,” the aide muttered quietly.Dale turned sharply toward him. “You still talking?”The aide immediately lowered his eyes. “No, sir.”Dale grabbed the communication
THE SMILE INSIDE XAVIER HEADQUARTERS
Dale waited for Adrian’s answer while gunfire cracked outside his vehicle.Smoke drifted past the windows of the lead SUV. His men were moving deeper into the Xavier headquarters compound, shouting over radios and firing toward retreating Tribunal soldiers. Dale held the secured phone close to his ear, certain that Adrian Cole would understand him better than the cowards who had refused him.“Adrian,” Dale said, his voice was lower now, “this is freedom, I am fighting for our freedom. You know that.”Adrian stood inside his office, staring at the contract on his desk. Two days ago, he had signed away sixty percent of his textile franchise to Ethan Xavier. He had hated every stroke of the pen, but the results had come faster than he expected.Brookhaven export restrictions had eased. Investors stopped calling him with panic in their voices. Three major buyers returned to the table. Two frozen shipment routes reopened. Even Yvonne had spoken to him with warmth again, not because she lov
THE RECEPTION HALL MASSACRE
Dale Truman wanted Ethan Xavier to hear the noise of his anger.The main entrance of Xavier headquarters shook again as his men pushed forward. Smoke rolled across the wide reception area, mixing with dust from broken concrete and glass. The security doors had already been damaged by heavy fire, and the polished floor near the entrance was covered with shattered panels and scattered bullet shells.The expensive reception hall no longer looked like the headquarters of a trillion-dollar empire. Marble pillars were cracked from gunfire. One side of the ceiling had partially collapsed, sending dust drifting slowly through the smoke-filled air.A frightened employee whispered from behind a broken counter, “Please… somebody help us.”Another worker grabbed him immediately. “Keep your voice down before they hear you.”Nearby, one of Dale’s armed men kicked over a decorative stand and laughed. “Look at this place. These people spent billions on beauty just to lose it in minutes.”“Break the
THE STRANGE WORKER
It was Ethan in disguise.He stood still, calm as smoke drifted past him.The calmness alone felt unnatural.All around him, workers trembled on the floor while armed men shouted and fired deeper into the building. Yet this strange-looking man stood there as if the chaos around him was nothing more than an inconvenience interrupting his workday.One gunman frowned. “Who are you?”The man’s grip tightened slightly around the files in his hands, but his expression never changed.Several nearby workers stared at him in disbelief. Even they could not understand why he was behaving this calmly with rifles pointed at him from around the room.Ethan looked around at the broken glass and terrified staff on the floor. “Someone trying to understand why gunmen entered a business office.”A few of Dale’s men laughed.One of them shook his head mockingly. “This idiot must not understand what is happening.”Another smirked. “Or maybe fear finally broke his brain.”Still, Ethan’s expression remained
SMILING AT THE GUN
Dale’s eyes narrowed as recognition settled fully on his face.“You are that odd person from the Economic Summit, right?” he asked with a voice that cut through the smoke and alarms. “The scrawny man with the fake hair. The one who sat at the golden table and acted like he had the right to challenge men above him.”Ethan stood quietly, one hand still holding the papers he had picked from the floor.Dale kept staring at him as though trying to force another memory loose from his mind. Something about the man’s posture annoyed him deeply. It was not confidence exactly. It was composure. The kind powerful men usually carried when they believed nobody in the room could truly touch them.Dale laughed in disbelief. “I remember you now. You were against the Khagan council’s proposal. You stood there talking like a poor man trying to teach rich men how to run a country and lead it towards economic recovery amidst the civil war.”Ethan looked at him calmly. “The proposal the Khagan council bro
GUIDED BY A GHOST
Ethan smiled faintly while Dale’s gun remained pressed against his chest.For a moment, nobody moved. Smoke still curled across the corridor behind them. Broken glass glittered on the floor. Dale’s men kept their rifles raised, waiting for their boss to decide whether the strange worker was to live or die.“Tell me where Ethan Xavier is,” Dale repeated, his voice was hard. “Now.”Ethan looked at him calmly. “Fine. I will take you to him.”Dale’s eyes narrowed. “That was easy.”“You asked for him,” Ethan said. “I am only helping you reach him.”One of Dale’s men laughed. “Boss, he folded easily. What kind of an employee is willing to expose his boss to his death.”"The impoverished and useless one."A wave of laughter ripped across the whole place as they made fun of Ethan.Another shoved Ethan from behind. “Move, rat.”Ethan took the push without anger and stepped forward. His files remained scattered behind him, some of them were stained with blood and dust. He did not look back at t
THE PRISONER GUIDE
Ethan did not look afraid, and that made Dale angrier than any insult could have done.The gun was still pointed at his chest. Dale’s men had formed a tight circle around him, rifles raised, fingers ready. The red emergency lights flashed across their faces, turning their confidence into something nervous and ugly.Dale stepped closer. “Answer me. Are you up to something, you scrawny looking pig?”Ethan looked at the communication device now exposed on his wrist, then back at Dale. “I was trying to keep you alive long enough to meet Ethan Xavier.”A few of Dale’s men exchanged glances.Dale’s eyes narrowed. “You expect me to believe that?”“No,” Ethan said. “I expect you to think. If I wanted you dead, why would I lead you this far?”The sharp-eyed gunman who had noticed the device frowned. “Boss, don’t listen to him. He is playing with us.”Ethan turned his eyes toward him. “At least one of you is thinking.”The man stiffened. “What is that supposed to mean?”“It means you noticed wh