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Chapter 290: A Touch of Warmth!
Nurse Lorraine stared at the cold, pixelated face of Hayes until the image blurred into the reflection of the glass. The room behind her was dim—only the glow from the monitor cutting a pale square across her palms. For a long moment she simply listened to the hum of the encrypted line, the click of a heating vent, and the sound of her own breath. Then she nodded once.“Understood,” she said, though the word left a different taste in her mouth than it had when she first took the assignment. On the screen Hayes’ smile was all corporate calm—no tremor of conscience, no hesitation to match the order he’d given. Lorraine felt the order sink into her like frost.She closed her laptop with a soft snap and pushed to her feet, the floor creaking beneath her slippers. Her hands—trained to steady IV lines and check ailing pulses—felt suddenly clumsy in her pockets. For years she’d told herself she was just a cog: efficiency, discretion, loyalty. That logic had kept her safe. Tonight it tasted
Chapter 289: A Familiar Stranger!
“Good morning, Evans.” Evans heard someone greet him that morning.He turned his head slowly. Nurse Lorraine stood by his bedside, adjusting the IV line with deliberate gentleness. Her hands were steady, her tone soft — the kind of voice trained to soothe agitation before it even began.Evans tried to speak, but his throat was dry, the words scraping out like gravel. “Are you the nurse assigned to take care of me?” He eventually managed to ask.Lorraine’s gaze flickered briefly to him, her expression warm but professional. “Yes I am. You know you’ve been unconscious for some weeks,” she said. “You were brought in badly injured. There was some internal trauma, a concussion. But I'm glad to see that you’re safe now.”Evans’ brows furrowed, his pulse quickening beneath the monitor’s steady rhythm. Brought in badly wounded? The words echoed hollowly. He tried to reach back — to remember the last thing he’d seen, the last face, the last voice — but his thoughts were a scattered puzzle, ed
Chapter 288: A Nation on Fire!
For a second, after the Chief Security officer and the rest of the security personnel had left, the room seemed to tilt. President Jonesboro's pulse pounded in his ears as everything seemed to play before him again in slow motion.He sank into his chair, his mind spinning with a million possibilities that could have unfolded if what was inside the parcel wasn't a blood stained flag but something else like a bomb.Outside, the faint rumble of traffic and distant sirens filled the air, ordinary sounds that suddenly felt like the echo of something far greater — and far more dangerous — stirring again.Jonesboro glanced toward the tall windows, where the last rays of sunlight stretched across the floor like red veins.“The Red Echo…” he whispered, the name tasting like ash.The fear he had managed to keep buried for months rose again, coiling around him like smoke.And somewhere — far from the White House walls — someone was watching the news of the President’s reaction, a faint smile cur
Chapter 287: The Blood-Stained Flag!
The heavy doors of the State Conference Room shut with a muted thud, sealing in the quiet hum of voices that had been rising and falling for the past two hours. The long oval table gleamed beneath the warm light, strewn with stacks of papers, half-empty coffee cups, and tablets blinking with reports and projections. President Jonesboro sat at the head of the table, his fingers steepled beneath his chin, his expression calm but weighed by fatigue.For weeks, the nation had waited in limbo. The total eclipse that had darkened the skies and sparked panic across several states had forced an indefinite postponement of the presidential elections. The streets had only just begun to return to normal, and yet the air in the capital still felt… unsettled. Superstitions, conspiracies, whispers about celestial omens — they hadn’t entirely faded.“Mr. President,” began Secretary Alden Pierce, his tone clipped but respectful, “the Electoral Committee has concluded their assessment. The infrastruct
Chapter 286: The Rendezvous at the Docks!
Night fell over the harbor like a velvet curtain, the moonlight slicing across the dark, rippling water. Cargo ships slept in shadow, their outlines broken only by the slow sweep of a distant lighthouse.Nurse Lorraine stood at the edge of the docks, no longer in her hospital scrubs. Gone was the white uniform that made her invisible. In its place was a sleek black coat, cinched at the waist, her heels clicking sharply against the concrete as she moved toward the waiting car parked near the end of the pier.She looked nothing like the woman who had spent her day tending to patients and administering medicine with soft hands and a kind smile. Her hair was down now — dark waves spilling over her shoulders — her lips painted the deep red of quiet danger. The transformation was deliberate, and at the same time calculated.The driver’s door opened, and Superintendent Hayes stepped out dressed in a charcoal suit that made the faint harbor lights glint across his cufflinks. “Lorraine,” he
Chapter 285: The Call in the Corridor!
While all of those talks were busy going on in Evans’ recovery room, a nurse stepped quietly into a deserted corridor near the supply ward.Her name was Lorraine Beckett, and on the surface, she was everything a hospital nurse should be — efficient, polite, always where she needed to be, and never where she wasn’t supposed to. Her uniform was crisp, her shoes spotless, and her smile, when she wore it, was disarmingly gentle. But beneath that veneer of professional calm, Lorraine was far from ordinary.Within the underbelly of the City, her name carried an entirely different weight. To the underdogs, the smugglers, informants, and shadow brokers who thrived in the city’s darker corners she was known simply as “The Night Orderly.”When powerful men needed someone silenced permanently without leaving a trace, they didn’t send killers. Instead, they sent Lorraine. A well-placed sedative here, an “unexpected” allergic reaction there. And when death was too dramatic, she had other ways: m
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