Deep within the towering glass headquarters of the Quinn Group, Matt walked the quiet corridors with a broom in his hand, his heart hammering against his ribs. He kept his head down, pretending to sweep the same spotless patch of tile over and over. He had seen the forbidden files. He knew the truth about the Scheles Group deal, and he knew who owned this multi-billion dollar empire.But he kept his mouth shut. He didn’t tell a single soul. If the Managing Director or the security team found out what he had seen in that office, he wouldn't just lose his janitor job—he might disappear entirely. He had to play dumb, blend into the shadows, and watch Dustin’s next move from afar.Meanwhile, back at the quiet Earnshaw villa, the bedroom was filled with a heavy, suffocating silence.Dustin stood by the window, his back to Serena. His eyes were wide, staring into nothingness. The mention of the burning desert and the black armor had unlocked a floodgate of memories he had spent years trying

Two days had passed. Matt had lived in a constant state of terror, sweeping floors and emptying trash cans while waiting for the perfect moment to retrieve his trap. Finally, during his late-night shift, he had slipped back into the empty office and snatched the tiny recorder from beneath the marble desk.Now, he was driving down the dark, winding mountain highway toward Winchester. The rain was pouring down in heavy sheets, blurring his windshield. The digital recorder was safely tucked inside the inner zipper pocket of his jacket, resting right against his chest.On the recorder was over twelve hours of crystal-clear dialogue. He had listened to the first few minutes on his phone using an adapter. It was gold. Julian and Marcus were heard explicitly stating how they had set up the fake default, how they were actively redirecting fifty million dollars to their personal accounts, and how they planned to leave the "invisible owner" bankrupt."I did it," Matt said aloud to himself, a tr

The sterile smell of antiseptic filled the private room of the military hospital. Matt slowly opened his eyes, groaning as a sharp pain shot through his rib cage. He looked around, confused, his vision blurry."Easy, kid. Don't try to sit up just yet," a calm, authoritative voice said from the corner of the room.Matt turned his head and saw Commander Calvin standing there, wearing his full tactical uniform. Beside him, two heavily armed Red Eagle soldiers stood guard at the doorway."Commander... Calvin?" Matt croaked, his throat feeling like sand. "What... where am I?""You're in the secure military wing," Calvin explained, walking over and adjusting the IV line. "My patrol team found your car at the bottom of the ravine. It was a miracle you were still breathing. Whoever ran you off that road wanted to make sure you never woke up."Suddenly, the phone sitting on the bedside table buzzed violently.Matt reached out with a bandaged hand, his fingers trembling as he grabbed the device

The night sky over the Quinn Villa was thick with heavy, black clouds. A cold wind swept through the empty plaza below, it was like the beginning of a cozy world. In the penthouse office of the grand tower, Dustin stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, staring down at the city. He had stripped off his casual clothes. He was dressed in his full, dark titanium combat armor, the heavy chest plate catching the faint light of the distant streetlamps. In his hand, he held the small metallic duplicate drive that Matt had given him in the hospital, he had steered at the drive multiple time and picture the betrayals in his head, he wandered how they could have wanted him wrecked. Kael stepped out of the private elevator, his combat boots clicking softly against the marble floor. He stopped a few feet behind Dustin, bowing his head in absolute respect and honor. "Lord Supreme," Kael said, his voice serious and tense. "Our intelligence team has verified the data on the drive. It’s a

They burst through the heavy fire doors of the stairwell, panting heavily as they took the concrete steps three at a time. The sound of the helicopter's spinning rotors echoed from above, signaling their escape."We made it!" Marcus yelled, a manic, desperate laugh escaping his lips. "We actually made it!"They kicked open the final door leading to the open-air rooftop helipad. The cold night air and rain hit their faces. Fifty yards away, a sleek, black luxury helicopter sat with its engines idling, its pilot waving them over."Move! Move!" Julian shouted, sprinting across the wet concrete.BOOM!A terrifying, sonic boom ripped through the air above them.Before either man could take another step, a dark, heavy figure plummeted straight down from the sky, slamming onto the concrete right between them and the waiting helicopter. The force of the landing cracked the reinforced concrete deck, sending a shockwave that knocked both Julian and Marcus flat onto their backs.Dustin slowly st