Serena stood there, her eyes swollen and filled with tears, her hair disheveled."What is happening, Calvin?" she demanded, her voice trembling violently. "Talk to me! I heard the alarms! People are saying Fisher was shot! I need to see my husband now!"Calvin looked around the empty hallway, ensuring no rogue eyes were watching them. He took a deep breath and grabbed her shoulders to steady her."You will," Calvin whispered urgently. "And I will take you to him right now. Just follow me steadily and keep your voice down."Serena wiped a tear from her cheek and nodded. "Okay. Okay, lead the way."They entered the elevator, riding it down to the lowest sub-level where the car park opened into a narrow, unmapped service tunnel. Calvin led her through a cold, concrete car way until they reached a massive, unblemished titanium security door hidden behind a fake utility wall.Serena watched in complete shock as Calvin stepped in front of a biometric console. A red laser scanned his iris, f

While Matt was engrossed in his grandfather's memoirs, a massive shift was occurring at the Presidential Villa. The fallen villa had been transformed into a terrifying fortress of war, smokes everywhere, bullet cans laying on the floor as boots stepped on it and passed. Armed members of Christopher’s gang and heavily armored Dexter terrorists patrolled the perimeter walls, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with corrupt government tactical troops. Broken glass had been swept away and the room was already cleaned , and black Vanguard flags were being hoisted up the main flagpoles. Inside the grand executive hall, a massive group marched through the heavy double doors in tactical formation holding their assault riffles. Vice President Ronald walked at the absolute center of the group, wearing a pristine dark suit, his face calm and triumphant. Flanking him were Senator Raymond Cole, Director Arthur Vance, Chief Collins, Ferdinand, and Christopher, the scarred gang leader, surrounded b

Meanwhile, back at the heavily fortified Presidential Villa, Ferdinand was standing near the outer balcony, holding a glass of wine and watching Vanguard troops set up defensive turrets along the perimeter.BEEP.His private phone vibrated in his suit pocket with a distinct text message alert.Ferdinand pulled out his phone, expecting a operational update from one of his lieutenants. Instead, his heart skipped a beat when he saw the sender's name on the screen:LYDIA.He quickly unlocked his phone and opened the message chain.LYDIA: I saw your message, Ferdinand... You left me here all by myself. Your father made a violent attack on me and my location! How could you do this to me?Ferdinand felt a wave of immediate guilt. He rapidly typed back a reply, his fingers flying across the screen.FERDINAND: I am so, so sorry, my love! Please understand, things escalated out of my control tonight! I am so sorry for everything I put you through! Are you hurt? Where are you right now, baby?A

Fred stared at Matt, his face turning completely pale as he tried to maintain his composure. He took a slow step backward, looking at Matt as if he had lost his mind."What are you saying, Matt?" Fred asked, his voice shaking slightly. "We all know that Dustin is dead! How come you believe he is not dead? You were at his funeral! You saw him dug into the ground and buried with your own eyes!"Matt let out a cold, sharp laugh, crossing his arms over his chest. He didn't flinch for a single second."You can’t lie to me, Master Fred," Matt said, his gaze locked dead onto the older man. "I am certain he is not dead. The whole funeral was just a setup. It was all planned just to reveal who the Vice President and his cabals really were to the society."Fred swallowed hard, trying to sound believable. "Matt, you're grieving. It's playing tricks on your mind—""I was at his funeral, yes," Matt interrupted, taking a firm step toward Fred. "But these days, I know how to read the room. I know my

Across the city, inside the opulent executive hall of the Presidential Villa, Ferdinand was staring at his phone in total shock.He re-read Lydia's last frantic messages three times before turning around and rushing down the hallway toward Vice President Ronald's private office.He burst through the heavy double doors without knocking.Ronald was sitting behind his massive desk, sipping whiskey alongside Senator Raymond and Director Arthur Vance. He looked up, his brow furrowing at Ferdinand's abrupt entrance."Ferdinand," Ronald said coldly. "What is the meaning of this? I told you not to interrupt me unless—""Lydia just messaged me!" Ferdinand gasped, catching his breath as he held out his phone. "She spilt everything!"Chief Collins stood up from his armchair near the fireplace. "What do you mean 'everything'? Did you trace her location?""No, the signal cut out abruptly," Ferdinand explained rapidly, walking up to Ronald's desk. "But she told me what's happening inside the Red Ea