Inside the grand strategic command room at the Presidential Villa, Vice President Ronald was pacing back and forth like a maniac, clutching a glass of half-empty whiskey. Director Arthur Vance slammed his tablet onto the main glass table, a wild, disbelieving laugh bursting from his throat. "Vice President!" Vance yelled out, his face lit up in pure excitement. "You're not going to believe this! Checkpoint Bravo just hit the jackpot!" Ronald stopped dead in his tracks, turning his bloodshot eyes toward Vance. "What are you talking about?! Did they find Doctor Evans?!" "Better!" Vance grinned wickedly, tapping the tablet screen to display a live video feed from the Terminal Bridge. "They just intercepted a vehicle trying to breach the terminal district toward Quinn's Tower! The driver is Master Fred!" Ronald froze, his whiskey glass slipping slightly in his grip. "Master Fred?! Dustin's personal shadow master?!" "Yes!" Vance shouted. "And sitting in the passenger seat was th

Ronald and his cabals grew so angry and confused. He walked straight to the underground bunker where Fred and Matt were kept. The room was dark, empty, and silent until Ronald walked in with Senator Raymond and Director Vance and put on the light. The two of them were already tied up on an unarmed chair. Ronald glared at the two tied-up men. His breathing was heavy, and his face was red with frustration. "You guys aren't ready to talk!" Ronald shouted. He took a step forward, towering over Master Fred and Matt. "I ask you for the last time! Where is Evans?! Where is Calvin hiding him and his family?!" Master Fred kept his mouth closed. Matt looked away, refusing to make eye contact. Neither of them said a single word. Ronald’s temper completely flared up. He pulled back his fist and launched a punch towards Master Fred. BANG! Fred’s head snapped back, but he did not make a sound. "Talk to me, you old fool!" Ronald shouted right at Fred’s face. Without waiting for a response,

Inside the dark torture room, Christopher burst back through the door. His face was pale, slick with cold sweat. He turned straight to his two gang members, then looked directly at Matt and Master Fred."Listen to me!" Christopher whispered rapidly, his eyes wild with pressure. "We have a change of plans. We are busting out of here!"His two gang members stared at him in absolute shock. "Boss, are you insane?! The Vanguard guards are everywhere outside!""Shut up and listen!" Christopher snapped. "There's a hidden passage right behind that back wall! We take these two, we go through the pipes, and we clear out!"Matt looked at Master Fred, wide-eyed. "Master Fred... what is he talking about?""Keep quiet, kid," Fred muttered, watching Christopher closely. "He's taking a bait."Meanwhile, miles away at the Winchester Memorial Cemetery, the heavy rain continued to hammer down against the dark soil.The ten Vanguard soldiers deployed by Ronald arrived in full tactical formation. They mar

The environment inside the torture room was suffocatingly tense. The cold barrel of the pistol remained pressed hard against Master Fred’s forehead. His heart beat so fast and rapidly in his chest. He was so terrified, but he kept his lips locked shut, remaining completely silent. Ronald’s finger tightened against the trigger, ready to blow Fred's brains across the wall. "Don’t! Let’s not do that, Ronald! It’s of no use!" Christopher shouted, lunging forward and grabbing Ronald's wrist just before he could pull the trigger. Christopher stopped him instantly. He stopped him because of the fifty million dollars and his own personal agenda in taking over everything and covering his secret. "Why, Chris?!" Ronald exclaimed, pure rage bursting across his face. He was so angry, his breathing heavy and chaotic as he glared at Christopher. "Why are you stopping me?!" "You don’t need to kill them now!" Christopher said quickly, stepping between Ronald and the prisoners. "You want me to driv

It was a brand new day in Winchester, right inside the grand conference hall of the presidential villa.Ronald had called an emergency meeting with his closest cabals and every syndicate boss controlling the city’s underground. The air in the room was cold, thick, and suffocating. Ronald was terrified, humiliated, and bitterly unhappy about the catastrophic failure that had taken place the day before.Around the massive dark oak table sat the most powerful and corrupt figures in the nation: Vice President Ronald, Director Arthur Vance, Senator Raymond, Chief Collins, Ferdinand, a battered Christopher with severe bruises covering his face, and several other underground syndicate leaders."Look at us!" Ronald slammed his fist onto the table, his voice echoing against the walls. "Look at this table! I have been beaten, humiliated, and shamed throughout this past week—and especially yesterday! It was all meant to be easy after the death of the God of War and my breakout from prison! But n