Ch 119. The Journey to Rome
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The twin turbines of the Gulfstream G650 private jet purred smoothly as it sliced through a sea of black clouds at thirty thousand feet.

Inside the cabin, lined with lambskin leather and perfectly polished mahogany, the silence felt so dense it was as if the air itself had turned to lead. The dim cabin lights reflected off a crystal glass filled with Macallan 1926 whiskey, a drink expensive enough to buy an entire city block. Yet to Eduardo, the liquid was no different from cold water.

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    Thick concrete dust danced through the air of the twentieth-floor corridor, illuminated by the glow of shattered neon lights and the sparks bursting from dangling electrical cables. The stench of ozone and purple chemical fluid leaking from broken containment tubes burned at the nostrils, creating an atmosphere that felt more like a laboratory of madness than a mafia headquarters.Eduardo stood slightly hunched.The cracked skin on his face released increasingly dense streams of corrosive black vapor. Across from him, Project Titan stood motionless, unfazed despite the fact that its colossal war hammer had just been crushed by Eduardo's left hand.GROOOOAAAARRRR!The Titan roared. Machine components and modified vocal cords merged into a frequency that rattled bone itself. The red lens embedded in its armored face rotated, locking onto Eduardo's position."Target... unstable."Eduardo's metallic voice echoed from deep within his chest without his lips moving.[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: COM

  • Ch 122. Five Chairs of Fear

    One hundred meters beneath the burning city of Rome, a soundproof bunker known as the Sanctuarium trembled violently.In the center of the circular chamber, blue light from dozens of massive monitors reflected across the surface of a bulletproof glass table. Five old men, the absolute rulers of the deadliest criminal network in Europe, sat in their towering leather chairs.Yet not a single one of them looked like a king tonight."Vanya! Look at Sector Four's monitor! That's... that's not even human anymore, goddammit!" Pierre, the Don of Marseille, shouted while pointing at a screen displaying piles of Iron Guard corpses scattered throughout the main corridor.The hand holding his cigar shook so violently that ash spilled across his expensive Brioni suit.Vanya, the giant from Russia, stood frozen.His eyes, usually cold and unreadable, were now filled with a terror he had never experienced, not even when he had been surrounded by soldiers in Siberia."I told all of you... don't wake

  • Ch 121. Meteor Shower Over the Eternal City

    The dawn sky above Rome was suddenly split apart by a streak of black fire stretching across the horizon, as if the heavens themselves had just been torn open by the hand of an invisible giant.It wasn't a meteor.It wasn't a ballistic missile.It was Eduardo.Or at least, what remained of the man once known as Eduardo.BOOOOOOMMMMM!!!The impact shook the foundations of the ancient city.Piazza della Mafia, the heavily fortified plaza standing before The Commission's headquarters and guarded more fiercely than any location in Europe, exploded outward. Thirty centimeters of asphalt shattered instantly, turning into fine dust and razor-sharp debris that blasted through the air in every direction.A crater three meters deep formed in an instant, releasing thick black steam that reeked of sulfur and chlorine.At the center of the boiling smoke, Eduardo slowly stood.His black tactical suit had completely vaporized, leaving behind skin that resembled cracked porcelain with pulsing black l

  • Ch 120. Declaration of Death

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    The twin turbines of the Gulfstream G650 private jet purred smoothly as it sliced through a sea of black clouds at thirty thousand feet.Inside the cabin, lined with lambskin leather and perfectly polished mahogany, the silence felt so dense it was as if the air itself had turned to lead. The dim cabin lights reflected off a crystal glass filled with Macallan 1926 whiskey, a drink expensive enough to buy an entire city block. Yet to Eduardo, the liquid was no different from cold water.Eduardo sat in the captain's chair, staring out the window.His reflection in the glass looked like the ghost of a future that had gone wrong.His hair was completely white. His skin was cracked like drought-stricken earth that had not felt rain in years. His pitch-black eyes seemed to swallow every trace of light that entered the cabin."So how's it feel, Grandson? Sitting on the highest throne in the sky, but not even remembering why you got on this plane in the first place."Grandpa's voice came from

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    The armory beneath Sector Five no longer smelled of gun oil and dry gunpowder. Now, the room smelled like a contaminated operating theater, metallic with blood, sharp with disinfectant, and laced with the sulfurous stench seeping from Eduardo's pores. The fluorescent lights overhead flickered erratically, casting long shadows that looked like monsters crawling across the concrete walls.Eduardo stood in front of a steel rack filled with tactical weapons.His hand, now missing one finger and left with only four intact digits, brushed the barrel of an HK416 assault rifle before he immediately pulled away. The weapon felt absurdly light, almost like a plastic toy in the grip of hands now flooded with concentrated death energy."I don't think bullets are gonna do much for you anymore, Ed," Belerik's voice came from behind him, his wheelchair creaking softly across the cold floor.Belerik rolled closer, looking ten years older than he had a day ago. His eyes were red, not only from lack of

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