All Chapters of The Disabled Man's Obsession : Chapter 11
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Chapter 11: The Calculating Eye
The message froze on the phone screen, six words that felt colder than the night air outside. The nest they had just built suddenly felt like a glass cage.“We have to go,” Miguel hissed, his 19 years of honed killer instinct screaming. “Now. They know this number. That means Silas spilled everything. This identity is burned.”“No.”Anya’s voice was so calm that it felt more terrifying than a shout. She wasn’t looking at the phone anymore. Her eyes were fixed on the Molserat Tech tower in the distance, as if having a silent conversation with their enemy.“What do you mean, ‘no’?” Miguel spun around to face her, bewildered. “This is basic protocol. Contact is compromised, you vanish.”“Iron Claw protocol,” Anya countered, finally looking at him. Her eyes flashed with cold analysis. “That’s for tools, Miguel. For predictable assets. They didn’t send this message to tell us they know. They sent it to see what we will do.”She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a manipulative, conspira
Chapter 12: Vulnerability Analysis
Two words burned across the screen: The Shadow. It wasn't a cheap underworld codename. It sounded corporate, efficient, and merciless. It was the name Iron Claw had given their highest-level liaison—a ghost whose job was to ensure that Daniel Molserat's legal world and Mr. X's illegal world would never fatally collide.For Gideon Locke, Head of Security, receiving a message from The Shadow was like receiving a direct command from an invisible god."Click," Miguel hissed, his eyes fixed on the blinking envelope icon."Patience," Anya countered, her finger hovering motionless above the touchpad. "Locke hasn't read it yet. That means the message is fresh. If I open it from here, the system logs will register anomalous access to his account. We could trigger a silent alarm that we won't even know about until they're already at the door."She stared at Miguel, cold calculation radiating from her eyes. "We only get one shot. Once it's opened, this door closes forever."Miguel returned to hi
Chapter 13: A Web of Lies and Promises
The words hung between them, more dangerous than the knife on Miguel’s hip. ‘Trading it.’ Miguel stared at her, his eyes narrowed, trying to solve the impossible riddle. "Trade? With whom?" His voice was hoarse with disbelief. "You want us to meet Daniel? Or Iron Claw? That’s not a trade, that’s an execution." "Of course we won’t meet them," Anya countered, her tone light as if discussing a chess strategy, not a life-or-death gamble. She closed her laptop, forcing Miguel to focus entirely on her. "We’re going to make them meet each other." She walked slowly around the table, her gaze never leaving Miguel. "Look at the board, Miguel. There are two kings. The White King, Daniel, is obsessed with retrieving his precious 'collection': this microchip data. The Black King, Mr. X, wants his valuable 'pawn'—Asset Gamma—to arrive safely at his fortress." "And we’re stuck in the middle," Miguel growled. "Ready to be crushed." "Wrong!" Anya corrected, a faint smile playing on her lips. "We
Chapter 14: The Spark of Planning
“We are not alone in the system,” Anya murmured, suspended in the air of their temporary headquarters. Outside the grimy factory window, the Molserat Tech tower glowed, but now it felt like a sonar trap. Miguel no longer saw a physical structure, but a giant spiderweb.Miguel returned to the window, his hands gripping the iron sill. “Analysis!”“The technique is too elegant for Molserat, and too focused for Iron Claw,” Anya replied, her quick fingers pulling the remaining encryption logs. Her tense face was illuminated only by the laptop screen. “Data access confirmed. The retrieved files concern an old project related to Daniel’s defense infrastructure contracts. Strategic value, not financial. Someone isn’t looking for money. They’re looking for leverage.”Miguel processed the information, his newly suppressed anger pushed back down. They had designed a small-scale opera where Molserat and Mr. X were the stars. The presence of a third actor was a total risk.“Maybe it’s another Dani
Chapter 15: The Inevitable Commitment
The room felt suffocating, no longer due to the cold, but because of the heat of rage and shock triggered by the ancient coordinates on the laptop screen. The digital calendar showed: only two hours remained before Daniel Molserat, the man who co-funded the formation of 'The Scythe,' arrived at the ruins of St. Yulia Orphanage."Someone is with him? Anyone willing to accompany him to those dark ruins—they aren't tourists. They are witnesses for his alibi," Miguel hissed, his voice laced with danger. He refused to leave the screen, where the coordinates of his past were displayed next to his enemy's schedule."This is exactly what he wants, Miguel. He's moving you like a pawn," Anya countered, her voice sharp yet calm. She gathered all the wireless devices to the center of the table, preparing for her digital work. "Daniel knows you can't just run from him; he has to destroy the psychological foundation of your heroism. Bringing up Eleanor now is a psychological blow. If you go there,
Chapter 16 The Blood Trail
Anya slammed the old metal table, producing a loud *thwack* that kicked up dust from the rusted iron joints. Her brown eyes radiated sharp analysis, devoid of the playful joy she once took in baiting Daniel."KHRONOS-GHOST. It's an anomaly," Anya stated, her tone shifting to professional and cold, like an executive in a boardroom. "An independent hacking entity prioritized to protect Daniel Molserat. Is it an insurance policy? Or a hidden, superior-level operator?"Miguel was cleaning his favorite concave-bladed machete. The scent of machine oil mixed with dried blood clung to the sharp edge."If Ghost is hunting us, Daniel already knows everything," Miguel said, his eyes fixed on the machete. "All the alliances we made, all the data we manipulated. Why hasn't he moved?""That's the question, Sweetheart," Anya replied, rapidly tapping her military touchpad. "If Daniel destroys us outright, he damages his image. But if KHRONOS-GHOST gives him legal grounds to move....""We're sandwiche
Chapter 17
Miguel dropped from a height of about five meters. As he landed, he used the impact to his advantage, utilizing his disproportionate body to roll in a spiral motion. A bullet whizzed just over his head a second later.Two Elite Hunters on the ground floor reacted instantly. They fired at Miguel's moving shadow. Miguel retaliated. He didn't use bullets, but scrap iron he grabbed, throwing it like a disc. His pursuers were protected, but their attention was diverted.He slipped into a used steam pipe. The heat was intense; Miguel's skin felt lightly scorched, but he had to use this narrow passage."I detect your signal, Asset 7! Doctor Dark said you have a Pavlovian reaction to pain," the Squad Commander's voice was clear, now standing on the mezzanine, trying to dictate the narrative of the fight. "Surrender now! I only need you alive!"Miguel didn't respond; he just advanced. Doctor Dark's words were old memories. Those words were now the lie that set him free."Miguel, I'm close to o
Chapter 18 The Boss's Rage
The roar of the sewer water, mixed with the hum of the Amphibious jet fighter engines, slowly subsided. Dr. Dark stood rigid right at the edge of the wet, rusted hatch cover. His injured hand was clenched tightly around the iron rim. His sharp eyes stared blankly into the canal below. There was no loud scream from Miguel, only silence—a silence only brought about by total death. Four Amphibious Units vanished, and Miguel vanished along with them.Dark pulled an advanced field sensor from his medical pouch and aimed it into the manhole.“Impossible! Their Kevlar shielding mesh is all compromised. There are precise and brutal lacerations on the sensory membrane of unit B-1,” he hissed into the empty air, then looked down, examining the clotted blood on his arm. Cold fury crept beneath his skin. “That rogue dared to improvise….”The ultra-encrypted satellite phone in his robe pocket rang at a low frequency. A Level 1 call from Iron Claw, the signal isolated from any other system. This wa
Chapter 19 The Boss's Rage 2
“I will intercept her outside of Molserat jurisdiction, using standard protocol.”“No, Doctor! You will not handle this,” Mr. X cut in sharply, his tone now reverting to cold, fatal. “You are too attached to the experiment. You cannot completely destroy your own work. If Miss Molserat returns to Daniel’s system, which I now predict, she will reclaim it under the status of ‘abused victim.’ That is bad for our narrative. And if Miguel is caught by Molserat Tech’s PPA, we lose all chance of controlling the chip.”Mr. X continued, every word a sledgehammer blow. “I need a ruthless, independent operator whose sole focus is elimination, not rescue. I need someone who operates completely free of past ties to this syndicate. Someone authorized to work, with one target, one command, and zero negotiation.”Dark’s eyes widened. Only one name fit this description.“Mr. X… You can’t possibly be sending the Tiris Battalion Unit. They are too rigid and lack operational experience in Scythe-like cond
Chapter 20
Miguel! The physically perfect Miguel.The metallic briefcase in the figure’s hand seemed a stark contrast, a clean object opposed to the puddle of dirty water at his feet. The perfect silhouette, even through the dark video transmission, emphasized everything Miguel lacked. Symmetry, flawless beauty. The ultimate creation.Anya turned off her phone, not closing it. This act of restraint saved critical battery life. She knew exactly what she was up against. Fear gripped her, but this grip felt much colder and more focused than panic.“What ridiculous scenario is this now, Mr. X,” Anya muttered, her voice low and hoarse from the cold and emotion. She realized Mr. X had prepared this ‘betrayal’ by Miguel with a backup plan, not as a sudden scheme. She hadn't just been abandoned by Miguel. She had been left on a known enemy attack line.“My phone. A dead phone in the river. A tossed sensor,” Anya rambled to herself, ignoring her wet clothes, touching her wrist where she hid the chip. She