LUCAS POVThe heavy hydraulic ground-breaker slammed into the bedrock with a deafening thud, sending vibrations straight through the frame of Lyon's wheelchair. Lyon sat thirty feet away at the edge of the active excavation pit, his hands rested flat on his thighs, his face entirely blank as four heavy construction rigs crawled across the dirt.Mandolin stepped up beside his left wheel, holding an encrypted leather folder. "The acquisition papers for both northern medical groups were countersigned ten minutes ago. We bought their entire share pool for twelve cents on the dollar.""They were bloated and inefficient," Lyon said, his voice flat and clipped. "Their surgical labs will be stripped before Friday. We install our own neural array housing units by next Monday.""The industry analysts are already calling it a surgical takeover," Mandolin replied quietly. "The financial news channels don't understand how L. Blackwood Holdings acquired two regional hospital networks in six busines

LYON POV"Blackwood Medical stock just crossed twelve hundred dollars a share," Lancelot said, placing a real-time market tablet flat on the mahogany desk. "The board is pushing for a press conference."Lyon did not shift his eyes from the twin monitor screens in front of him. His thin fingers moved across the glass trackpad, adjusting the volumetric mapping of a micro-vascular stent designed for deep-brain trauma."Cancel the press conference," Lyon said, his voice dropping into that flat, monotone pitch that admitted no argument. "We do not sell soundbites to investors. We sell survival.""Senator Vance's office called twice this morning," Lancelot continued, taking half a step forward while keeping his spine straight. "He is offering a federal medical subsidy package in exchange for a twenty-minute private sit-down in his office.""Deny the request," Lyon said, his jaw tightening slightly as he recalibrated the flow-rate equation on his secondary monitor. "Political figures seek as

LYON POV"The acquisition paper for Apex Micro-Foundry has been executed," Lancelot said, laying a slim glass tablet on the polished steel table. "We now hold fifty-one percent of their voting shares. Their raw silicon wafers are officially diverted to our production hub in Geneva."Lyon did not raise his eyes from the diagnostic monitor mounted to his wheelchair. His pale, long fingers tapped across a touch-interface, sending an automated command sequence to the acquisition team."Trigger the secondary buyout of Bio-Core Technologies immediately," Lyon said, his tone devoid of inflection. "Their specialized ceramic casing is the second critical component required for the overseas consortium’s neural research.""Bio-Core’s board is attempting to delay the vote," Lancelot stated, stepping back. "Their majority shareholder is backed by Victor Vance's offshore shell company.""Pay thirty percent over market value for the remaining floating shares," Lyon instructed. His eyes tracked the g

[POV: Lyon Darlington]"Move the transport unit to the subterranean loading bay," Lyon said into his collar microphone, his fingers resting with absolute stillness on his wheelchair controls. "Verify the biometric seals before opening the bay doors.""The medical escort team is in position, Master Lyon," Lancelot replied through the encrypted earpiece, his voice low against the heavy rain echoing outside the facility. "Dr. Julian Vance is secured in the armored ambulance. We have three decoy vehicles running parallel routes through the financial district."Lyon turned his electric wheelchair forty-five degrees, facing the floor-to-ceiling glass panel of his private suite. Below him, the inner sanctuary of the Blackwood Medical Spire hummed with surgical precision."The decoy routes are redundant," Lyon stated, his dark eyes analyzing the digital security map floating on his workstation console. "Victor Vance no longer possesses the tactical liquidity to mount an interception on public

The heavy brass doors of the Capital Regulatory Chamber swung open with a dull groan. Lyon stepped across the threshold, his boots hitting the polished marble floor with a firm, balanced stride.Behind him, Dr. Jessica walked through the archway, her briefcase clutched tightly in her hand as her dark eyes swept over the horseshoe-shaped mahogany bench at the front of the room. Five senior magistrates sat behind the elevated barrier, their faces set in grim, bureaucratic lines."Mr. Blackwood," Chief Magistrate Vance spoke, leaning forward into his microphone with a tight, artificial smile. "We were informed you requested an emergency closed hearing regarding your provincial distribution licenses."Lyon did not wait for an invitation. He pulled out the center chair, seated himself without a single wasted motion, and rested his pale hands flat on the polished wood."The hearing is not a request," Lyon said, his voice level, cold, and entirely devoid of infl