2025-11-06 04:29:36The porcelain mask instantly broke in the middle. Alexander's eyes fell upon the crayon sketch that was affixed to the wall of the war chamber. A black ghost with two white slashes for eyes and a flowing cloak. Below: GHOST DADDY, written in shaky purple characters.
His knees gave way. The mask broke against the concrete floor of the deserted metro tube and fell from his fingers. Like ice, shards flew everywhere.
Tatiana grabbed his elbow. "Alex?"
He was mute. Tears formed a film behind the drawing. When he listened, Mira's little fingers had caught the tilt of his head and the curve of his scar.
Grayson knelt beside him, needle piercing skin where a bullet had brushed his bicep. "Take a breath, supervisor. Prioritize stitching above disintegration.
Alexander's tone sounded gravelly. "I was drawn to her."
"Yes." Grayson tied off the suture, bit the thread. "The child is talented." as well as memory.
Drone telemetry, flickering satellite feeds, and Benjamin's Senate gala live-streaming in a corner all contributed to the battle room's hum. With her legs crossed and her scarlet soles flashing, Victoria Langford leaned back against a steel table. She wore a black pantsuit cut sharp enough to draw blood, blonde hair tied in a bun that screamed boardroom predator.
"Emotional," she purred as she drank coffee from a broken mug. Benjamin's Senate seat and ten million dollars. I'll pay that for the girl's location.
With shards crunching beneath his boots, Alexander raced forward. "You believe you can put my daughter up for auction?"
Victoria remained unflinching. "I believe I can give birth to her before dawn. Your decision.
With a Glock at her side, Tatiana moved between them. "Where is she?"
"Be safe. For the time being. Victoria put down the mug. She belongs to Harrison Whitmore. Benjamin's son is a bastard. enjoys harsh play.
Grayson's needle hesitated. "Lucy Martin." The mole is her.
Alexander's head jerked in his direction. "Explain."
investigated her burner. Five minutes after we dropped Mira, a signal came in from the safehouse. Harrison's van pulled out at the same moment.
Tatiana's hold caused her knuckles to turn white. "I'm going to gut her."
Victoria grinned, slow. "First, ladies."
With his boots crushing porcelain dust, Alexander paced. We've had Lucy since Blackridge. Fed Benjamin's first-day intelligence
"Day 3," Victoria clarified. "I set her up. policy of insurance.
Grayson squinted his eyes. "You were on both sides?"
“Always.” She slid a flash disk across the table. "Coordinates." Anacostia Safehouse. Mira is being held by Harrison until Benjamin transfers the trust fund. She becomes collateral after that.
The drive was grabbed by Tatiana. "Why assist us?"
"Because I was promised a Senate seat by Benjamin." tried to pay in lead after that. Victoria's collarbone had a slight bruise that she touched. "Being cheated bothers me."
Alexander's pace ceased. When Benjamin is in a cell, you are given the seat. Not earlier.
Velvet over steel was Victoria's laugh. "Agree. However, the 10 million dollars cannot be negotiated.
Over his stitch, Grayson taped a gauze pad. At 0400, we struck the safehouse. Drone cover, breach and clear, flashbangs
Tatiana racked the slide and loaded a magazine. "I want Lucy to live." She talks, then she bleeds.”
Picking up a piece of the mask, Alexander rotated it in his hands. "This is what Mira drew before she ever saw me."
Softly, Tatiana remarked, "She heard stories." From the nanny. from me, when I believed she had fallen asleep.
Victoria shoved the table away. "The clock is ticking. Harrison’s twitchy. like trying out the products.
The shard wounded Alexander's palm as his fist clinched. Blood pooled and trickled onto the illustration. "He dies slowly after touching her."
Grayson gave him a brand-new mask, it was matte black and not made of porcelain. Phantom 2.0. Let's get going.
Alexander was drawn into the shadows next to the servers by Tatiana, who grabbed him by the wrist. With an eager taste of coffee and gun oil, her mouth met his. His palms were flat against the soft curve of her back as he slipped them under her jacket. She pressed closer, teeth scraping his lower lip.
"Return to me," she muttered.
“Always.”
Victoria cleared her throat. "Avoid foreplay. We need to save a child.
Alexander pushed away, mask sliding over his face. “Gear up.”
They moved quickly (rifles, vests, communications checks). Victoria was given a drone controller by Grayson. "You are an Overwatch pilot. Make money.
She grinned. "Avoid shooting me if I save your asses."
Tatiana put the crayon sketch inside her sweater and kissed it. "For good fortune."
Boots resounding, Alexander led them up the stairs of the tunnel. Above, the city waited, hungry and black.
He had a buzzing burner. Unknown figure. He read the text.
Lucy: Keep the package safe. Forward the bonus.
In his hands, the screen cracked.
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