Matt’s heart pounded violently against his ribs. He looked around the empty room, reached into the pocket of the jacket, and pulled out Dustin’s heavy tactical leather wallet. He opened it rapidly, his eyes locking onto the glowing, metal Unlimited Black MasterCard.Matt quickly pulled out his high-end smartphone, which was equipped with a special digital cloning scanner he had bought from the black market in Spain. He swiped the card against the scanner, creating a perfect, unencrypted digital copy of the card's internal sovereign codes. He shoved the card back into the wallet, slid the wallet into the jacket pocket, and walked out of the room just as Dustin was returning.Dustin noticed Matt leaving the lounge, his eyes fixing on the placement of his jacket. He didn't say anything, but his mind immediately logged the suspicious behavior.Matt ran straight down to the basement parking lot, locked himself inside his sports car, and opened his laptop. He connected his phone’s cloning

As the clock struck midnight, the carefree atmosphere inside the grand crystal pavilion suddenly grew incredibly heavy, suffocating, and tense. The true guests of honor had finally arrived through the front gates.Dustin had secretly, personally extended exclusive invitations to the most powerful men in the country—men who also happened to be his greatest, most lethal enemies.Walking through the crowd with fake, practiced political smiles were Vice President Thomas Sterling, Senator Raymond Cole, and National Intelligence Director Arthur Vance. They were surrounded by a small army of secret service agents. Right behind them walked Dustin’s fiercely loyal allies: Mr. Fred, wearing a classic white suit, and Commander Calvin, who stood straight in his full, decorated military dress uniform.The corrupt politicians attended the party because they believed Dustin was weak, distracted by his wife's amnesia, and walking straight into a trap they could easily control from the capital. They

A surge of pure excitement and joy exploded in Dustin's chest. Forgetting all his stiff, stoic military protocols, Dustin broke his serious persona completely. He dropped his extra pillow and jumped onto the large bed in a clumsy, incredibly funny, and joyful way, tumbling onto the sheets like an excited teenager.THUMP.Serena burst into a loud, beautiful, and ringing laugh at his uncharacteristic clumsiness. Dustin sat up, rubbing his neck, a wide, genuine smile splitting his handsome face. Seeing her laugh so freely brought tears of joy to his eyes. He carefully slid under the warm covers, maintaining a respectful distance, but close enough for their shoulders to touch."Is this warm enough?" Dustin asked softly, his voice full of deep emotion."Yes," Serena whispered, her laughter fading into a peaceful smile as she rested her head against her pillow, looking directly into his eyes. "This is perfect. Thank you, Dustin."They lay there for hours, talking about simple things, laugh

The intense, terrifying political waves generated by Dustin’s explosive speech at the White Gala did not just stay inside the bunker. They spread rapidly through the highest corridors of power, finally reaching the absolute highest office in the land.The true leader of the nation, President Thomas Fisher, had just returned to the capital from a critical, two-week foreign diplomatic mission in Europe. The moment his presidential jet touched down, he was handed a stack of highly classified intelligence briefs prepared by loyal, independent military factions.Inside his grand, heavily guarded oval office at the Presidential Villa, President Fisher sat behind his massive desk, reading the reports. His face grew more and more serious with every page he turned. He was an older man, wise, deeply patriotic, and fully aware of the hidden powers operating in the global underworld."Mr. President," General Briggs, the chief of the regular army and a fiercely loyal soldier, said quietly from a

The hospital room was dead quiet. The soft, regular breathing of Serena Earnshaw was the only sound in the VVIP suite. She looked peaceful, completely unaware of the storm brewing outside the heavy glass windows.On the dark balcony, Dustin Quinn stood perfectly still. In his hand, he held the heavy, gold-embossed black envelope. The presidential seal gleamed under the dim moonlight. His mind was working rapidly. He stared at the signature of President Thomas Fisher, his sharp eyes narrowing into slits.‘Why now?’ Dustin thought, his face carved from ice. ‘Why does the President want to see me so badly? Is Fisher part of the cabal that wants me six feet under? If they wanted me dead, they could have just framed me, labeled me a rogue combatant, and thrown me into a maximum-security prison. Why send a formal summons?’The door to the suite clicked open softly. Mr. Fred slipped into the room, his eyes scanning the perimeter before locking onto Dustin. He carried a secure military tabl