His first thought was to open the envelope right there and then, but after noticing the crowd on the road and not really knowing the contents in the envelope, he decided to wait till he got home.
A loud noise from his stomach reminded him of why he had stepped out from his wife’s birthday party as he made his way to a local restaurant to get something to eat.
Eli stared at the light insect that kept fluttering around him, making it impossible to enjoy his meal, as he wondered when he was finally going to be able to dine in rich restaurants and order food from the comfort of his house when he didn’t feel like stepping anywhere. He shook his head realizing that his thoughts were just wishful thinking, and despite all he had done to climb higher, it felt so impossible for him. He could only be grateful to his wife for staying by him and sticking by his side despite all the ridicule he got from her family members and strangers as well.
Eli finished his food and left the restaurant, before sending a quick text to his wife. “Don’t forget our anniversary dinner, I will be waiting for you at the venue” Then he sent a quick photo and few directions to her, so it would be easy for her to find her way, then he went to the restaurant to book a table. The restaurant wasn’t on the list of really expensive restaurants, but for Eli, it was a lot, considering he had to use half of the money he had saved to get jewelry earlier to book a single table and get one meal, that he was left wondering what he would have done if he had decided to use the money to get the necklace earlier.
“Sir, would you like for your meal to be brought now? – the restaurant will be closing soon.” A slightly lean man said to Eli as he tapped him gently. Eli was so tired that he didn’t realize he had fallen asleep on the table.
The lean man looked at Eli with complex emotions, though he was slightly disgusted by the poor haggard man that lay sprawled across the table, he had paid to be served at the restaurant, so he had to treat him with respect.
“What time will the restaurant close?” Eli asked, stretching his bones as he sat upright.
“30 mins from now.” the waiter responded, annoyed that he had to spend extra time answering his question.
“Isn’t that too early?, – the thing is, I am expecting my wife to be here soon, – today is our anniversary, and I wanted to surprise her with a fancy meal.” Eli responded, his tone hopeful.
“I am happy to hear about your anniversary, but there is really nothing I can do, it’s past eleven and if your wife was really turning up today, she would have done that a long time ago.” The waiter replied, not wanting to believe that the man in front of him would have a wife, who in their right senses will want to marry him, despite looking neater and earning more than this man, it was difficult for him to have a girlfriend because he was a waiter, what more could he say about a man that looked homeless, he was very certain that Eli was lying to him and was hoping to use the excuse the spend the night there.
Eli was beyond shocked to hear the time as he grabbed his phone to see if the waiter was lying to him, and to see if he had gotten any feedback from Elara, but his message had not been opened and true to the waiter’s words, it was 11:30 in the night.
“Can I have the food put in a takeaway so I can carry it along?’ Eli asked, his tone defeated, his face looking like he had aged by a few years.
“That will cost extra Sir.” The waiter responded, his impatience growing.
“How much will that be?” Eli asked, hoping in his mind that the price wouldn’t be too much.
“50$”. The waiter responded, crashing Eli’s hope, he was certain he would not have enough to board a cab on his way home if he paid the extra 50, if the day was a bit brighter, he might have considered walking back, but he was tired and he didn’t have the strength to fight any body that might try to attack him that night if he chose to walk.
“Please can I get a refund instead.” Eli asked, his tone hesitant and a look of disappointment flashed across his face for a brief second. He had hoped that he could at least give the food to his wife even if she hadn’t been able to make it for the date, since he was certain she wouldn’t have eaten much that day.
“That’s against the restaurant policy Sir, but I will do it, considering the fact that you look like you need the money.” The waiter responded, sounding high and mighty as he looked down at Eli in a mocking way, not able to hide his disgust any longer, before walking off.
Eli was used to such treatments but he was shocked by the attitude of the waiter, since it seemed they were in the same class, even if they weren’t, the gap couldn’t be bigger than the tip of his finger. Some minutes later the waiter came with a bundle of cash, removing a 10$ bill before passing the rest to Eli.
“That would be my payment for standing on my feet for an extra minute trying to attend to you.” The waiter replied smugly when he noticed the questioning look Eli threw at him.
Eli sighed, not saying anything, people were always looking for who to bully, and it was always easier to do it when they considered their victim weaker than them, he wanted to ask for the money to be transferred to his account instead of carrying huge wads of cash that night, but he changed his mind, he was certain that this man was looking for a way to get him angry and find an opportunity to attack him, so instead he smiled, nodded politely at the man, before walking to another part of the restaurant to hide the money in his coat, then walked out of the restaurant not sparing the waiter a second glance.
Eli arrived at his house some minutes later, luckily he didn’t encounter any problem on the road. He headed towards the bedroom he shared with his wife Elara wondering if she had gotten home, when he saw her sleeping soundly on their bed, he didn’t know if he was to be angry at her for leaving him in that restaurant without so much as a feedback, but as he continued to stare at his wife’s peaceful face, he realized he couldn’t be angry at her. She must have been too exhausted after the party and didn’t have the strength to check her phone, so she probably didn’t know he had been waiting for her. Eli thought to himself. Besides, it gave him the opportunity to check the content of the envelope without bothering about his wife wanting to know what the letter contained.
Eli hesitated a bit, taking in large gulps of air as he tried to steady his breathing, he couldn’t understand why, but he was nervous as he wondered what the envelope contained. After gathering enough courage, he tore open the envelope, catching the key that rolled out of it in time before it could land on the floor.
Inside the envelope, a tiny paper lay, and on the paper 8 words written in perfect cursive handwriting stared at him.
“You are not who you think you are.” The words spelt, leaving Eli completely shocked and confused.
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One hundred and forty - four
The farther Eli moved from the atrium, the quieter the world became.It wasn't peaceful—not like he was expecting it to be. It was muffled, like the building itself was holding its breath.Emergency lights washed the corridors in dull amber, stretching shadows long and warped along the walls. The distant echoes of shouting and boots faded with every step, replaced by the low hum of systems still running as if nothing catastrophic had just happened.Eli didn’t reduce his pace.His shoes whispered against polished floors as he moved deeper, turning corners without thinking, muscle memory guiding him through spaces he hadn’t thought to check until now - thinking he still has time, that Selene was still going to have time to show him more places. He laughed at the thought, his heart hammering against his ribs, it wasn't from the run– that wasn't enough to make his heart hammer the way it was—but from everything he’d left behind.Victor.Aiden.Nova.“N—Nova,” he whisper-shouted, voice cra
One hundred and forty - three
For a heartbeat after the words Subject V3 left Carlos’s mouth, no one moved.Not the executives frozen mid-panic.Not the mercenaries with their fingers hovering too close to triggers.Not even Victor, whose expression had gone unnervingly still.Then the murmurs started as the execs looked from one person to another, wondering if this was something they needed to know while trying to grasp what was going on around them.Eli inhaled slowly.Then he straightened to his full height.Blood still traced a thin line from his nose, but he didn’t bother wiping it away. He took one deliberate step toward Carlos, then another—hands open, posture calm, eyes locked forward.Carlos’s smile flickered.“Don’t,” Carlos warned lightly, adjusting his stance. The gun snapped back up, steady, professional. “Real bullets, Eli. This isn’t one of your boardroom bluffs. Take another step and I won’t miss.”To prove the point, he pivoted smoothly and fired.Two shots.A mercenary to Victor’s left dropped wi
One hundred and forty - two
Eli didn’t respond to what Victor had said, neither did he pay attention to the spread across his face.He simply walked.Straight past him.The movement was deliberate—unhurried, dismissive in a way that carried more weight than shouting ever could. Eli’s shoulder brushed the edge of Victor’s coat as he passed, eyes already scanning beyond him, toward the far corridors that disappeared into emergency-lit shadows.Victor’s smile faltered.Then his hand shot out.He caught Eli’s arm, fingers tightening just enough to stop him.“Where do you think you’re going?” Victor asked, voice light but sharp underneath. He tilted his head, glancing around theatrically. “Walking away? In front of all these people?” His brows lifted. “That’s a little… cowardly, don’t you think?”A ripple of unease moved through the gathered execs and staff.Eli stopped.He turned slowly, looking down at Victor’s hand on his sleeve as though it were something mildly offensive.Then he scoffed.“Cowardly?” Eli said, i
One hundred and forty - one
Eli’s hand hovered inches from the handle.The corridor was silent in the way he had expected, reminding him of how secured buildings always were —engineered quiet, layered with systems humming just beneath perception. The reinforced door loomed in front of him, matte black, anonymous, as if it had never been meant to draw attention. Yet everything about it did.The blood trail had ended here.The shadow—he was certain he’d seen it—had shifted just inside, a flicker of movement that suggested breath, weight, intent.His communicator vibrated.Once.It was sharp and insistent. A contrast to the silence.Eli stilled completely.He lowered his gaze to the screen. The name glowed up at him in clean white text.Carlos.For a fraction of a second, Eli lifted his head, eyes flicking back to the door.The shadow was gone.No movement. No distortion in the light. Just emptiness behind reinforced steel, as though the room itself had swallowed whatever shadow he had seen.Eli didn’t relax.He ke
One hundred and Forty
For a long moment, nothing moved.The monitors glowed steady green. The hum beneath the floor had returned to its normal pitch, almost comforting, almost mundane after the panic of the past hour. Outside the core, technicians leaned back, rubbing their eyes, exchanging looks that teetered between relief and disbelief.“It’s… done,” someone murmured, almost too softly to carry.“Done,” echoed another.There was a cheer, tentative at first. Then another, louder. Laughter followed, quick and sharp—the kind of release that comes after being inches from disaster. Hands clapped on shoulders. Backslaps. Voices overlapped, fragments of congratulations carried across the room.Eli didn’t move.He stood at the center of the core, communicator in hand, gaze fixed somewhere between the console and the ceiling. The room erupted around him, and he remained still, silent, an island of control amidst the chaos.Carlos nudged someone, whispering, “She… she did it. Firestorm held. It’s over.”“Yes,” th
One hundred and thirty - nine
Firestorm Protocol didn’t sound like much when it activated.It didn’t trigger any alarms. No cinematic countdown. Just a sequence of confirmations sliding across the glass walls—authorization chains snapping shut, external links severed, entire regions of Aurelius infrastructure going dark in a disciplined, pre-planned collapse. A controlled burn.The room felt it anyway.Lights dipped, then stabilized. The low hum beneath the floor shifted pitch, deeper now, like the building itself had braced.Nova didn’t waste the moment.She moved.Her bag hit the central console first—unzipped in one smooth motion, contents spilling with deliberate precision. No flashy hardware. No oversized rigs. Just layered tools: a hardened tablet, two slim encrypted drives, a fiber tap, gloves she didn’t bother putting on yet.She pulled the tablet free and slid into the central chair like it had been waiting for her.“Okay,” she murmured, more to herself than anyone else. “You bought me silence. Let’s use
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