Before Christopher could say another word, Theresa ended the call.CLICK.Christopher stood in the cold hallway, sweat dripping down his forehead, staring at the black screen of his phone.Back Inside the subterranean tactical room, Theresa lowered her burner phone and turned around to face Dustin, Serena, and Matt."The call is done, Lord Supreme," Theresa reported, a victorious gleam in her eyes. "He took the bait completely. The blackmail shook him to his core."Dustin nodded, his expression grim and focused. "Good work, Theresa. Prepare your strike team for overwatch, but make sure you go into the meeting venue alone just as promised. We need him completely isolated.""I need to go right now to set up the bargain site," Theresa said, grabbing her heavy trench coat and locking a concealed sidearm into her holster. "I'll make sure Christopher turns on Ronald before the night is over.""Be careful out there, Theresa," Serena added, stepping forward. "Ronald is getting desperate. If h

Across the city, high inside Theresa’s private skyscraper building, the glass-walled office was dead quiet.Theresa stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline. She clicked shut her burner phone after sending the address to Christopher. Without losing a single second, she picked up a secure line on her desk to dial Dustin’s private, encrypted channel.The line rang once and connected with a soft static click."It is done, Lord Supreme," Theresa reported into the receiver, her voice filled with absolute authority. "I have sent him the message.""Good job, Theresa," Dustin’s calm, deep voice answered from the other end of the line. "Call Fred. Set up the area and deploy 50 of my personal trained armed guards in the perimeter in case Christopher will be coming with a surprise.""I will do that right now, Lord Supreme," Theresa replied sharply. "Everything will be locked down.""Make sure the perimeter is invisible, Theresa," Dustin added cold-bloodedly. "If Chris

The dark night swallowed the city whole. It was already 12am midnight, and the grand, historic Quinn Mansion stood illuminated under the pale light of a full moon.Outside, the perimeter had been fully and invisibly set. Fifty of Dustin’s personally trained elite armed guards were posted across every strategic point—hidden in the tall trees, crouched behind the stone perimeter walls, and stationed on the high rooftops. Every single guard held a high-caliber silenced rifle, their crosshairs trained directly on the grand entrance driveway.Inside the massive central hall of the mansion, the heavy chandeliers cast long shadows across the floor.Theresa sat majestically at the head of the long dark mahogany table. She was dressed in a sharp tactical suit and a long black leather coat, sitting proudly like the acting God of War, taking Dustin’s place in the public eye. Flanking her on either side stood Master Fred and Keal. Both men stood like granite statues, their hands folded behind the

An hour later, Christopher walked through the side entrance of the Presidential Villa. He kept his hands in his pockets, trying to maintain a relaxed, casual posture.As he turned the corner into the grand hallway, four heavily armed Vanguard operatives suddenly stepped out from the shadows, blocking his path with raised automatic rifles.Christopher stopped dead, his heart spiking. "What is the meaning of this?"Chief Collins stepped out from behind the guards, a cold, ruthless smile on his face."The Vice President wants to see you, Christopher," Collins said harshly. "Now."Before Christopher could answer, two guards grabbed his arms, disarmed his sidearm, and shoved him down the hall into a dark, soundproofed private room.Inside, the room was lit by a single bright overhead light. Vice President Ronald sat behind a metal table, his arms crossed, staring at the door like a lion waiting to pounce.The guards shoved Christopher into a metal chair opposite Ronald and stepped back int

While the entire command room was in absolute chaos over Calvin’s broadcast, Christopher stood in the shadowy back corner of the room, pretending to look just as shocked as everyone else.His heart was beating fast, but a sinister smile hid behind his neutral face. Dustin’s network pulled it off perfectly, Christopher thought to himself.Ronald was currently leaning over the main table, screaming wildly at Vance and Collins, completely distracted by the embarrassment in Turkey."Find out how they intercepted our broadcast!" Ronald screamed, throwing a tablet against the wall, shattering it into pieces. "Check every secure line! We have a rat in this building!"Christopher slowly backed away from the shouting crowd. He slid his hand into his coat pocket, slipping out the encrypted micro-chip phone he had secretly kept.While Ronald’s security teams were frantically running diagnostic checks on the primary military servers, the Presidential Villa's internal firewalls were temporarily do