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THE PRICE THEY THOUGHT HE COULDN'T PAY
That line really got under Evans’ skin.Not because it was cruel. He had heard cruelty before.He had heard worse from men who later begged for mercy.Not because it was arrogant. He had seen arrogance in palaces, councils, and war rooms.It got to him because it was said with certainty. These people had already decided what Rovek was worth. They had already weighed the country, found it weak, and built an entire business model on its inability to answer back.They had calculated suffering the same way they calculated profit margins.He looked from one face to another, memorizing them.Faces. Voices. Positions.None of them would be forgotten.Then the younger scientist spoke again, unable to stop himself. “Your hospitals are collapsing now, aren’t they?”Another gave a low laugh. “I wonder how many die each hour while we sit here.”The question was not asked with concern.It was asked with amusement.Doctor Vessa did not smile, but her voice cut just as sharply. “You should be gratef
SAY IT AGAIN
Dorn watched him carefully. “I assume,” he said, “that your government did not come prepared for that figure.”Evans’ voice remained level. “And I assume you came prepared to say it.”A quiet laugh came from the younger scientist with the glasses. He did not bother hiding it. “Your country cannot afford even a million.”Another joined in, softer but sharper. “Not while feeding half its districts with emergency grain.”Doctor Vessa gave Evans a professional look that made the contempt worse, not better. “Director Dorn is being generous by entertaining this discussion at all.”Evans turned his head toward her. “Generous?”“Yes,” she said. “You are speaking about a highly advanced treatment produced under international research protections, using proprietary work, imported stabilizers, and controlled biosecurity chains. It is not a village herb mixture.”One of the men near the end of the table smirked openly now. “Poor nations should not pretend to negotiate as if desperation creates le
THE PRICE OF SURVIVAL
The executive doors opened without warmth.Mara stepped aside and gestured Evans into a wide meeting room lined with black glass and pale wood. The place looked less like a boardroom and more like a command center pretending to be elegant. A long polished table stretched through the center. On one side sat four men and one woman in expensive coats and lab suits, all of them too comfortable for people operating inside a dying country.At the head of the table sat a silver-haired man with narrow features and a practiced smile. He did not rise immediately. He let the silence measure Evans first.It was a practiced silence.The kind used to test weakness before deciding how much respect to pretend.Then he stood.“You requested a meeting?” he asked.Evans walked in with slow control. His two escorts remained near the door. “Yes.” Evans’ voice did not rise. It did not need to.The man’s smile stayed in place. “I am Director Salvek Dorn. This facility’s acting executive administrator.”Ev
THEY WERE NEVER HERE TO HELP
He kept his face blank while the elevator climbed.When the doors opened, the upper administrative level was even quieter. More polished. More expensive. Dark glass walls. Restricted access doors. Silent staff who looked trained to carry secrets the way soldiers carried weapons.A researcher crossed in front of them carrying a sealed case. He saw Evans, slowed, and bowed his head just enough to be technically respectful.His mind was louder than his body.It came to Evans without effort.No resistance. No awareness.Just another open mind speaking where it thought it was safe.They’ll never afford the cure anyway.Another voice drifted from a nearby office where two scientists stood over a digital board.Aureldrake doesn’t sell charity.The second voice carried pride, not shame.As if cruelty had been trained into them like discipline.Evans stopped walking.Mara turned. “Sir?”She was already uneasy.Not because she understood him,but because something about his silence felt wrong.
THE WOLVES INSIDE ROVEK
The disguise sat well on Evans because power was easiest to hide when people had already decided you were beneath them.The moment he stepped out of the vehicle, the noise began.Not voices. Not sound.Thoughts.Faint, scattered, and unguarded.Some were simple. Some were tired. Some were cruel without reason, but none of them knew they were being heard by Evans.By sunrise, he was no longer dressed like the Oligarch of Rovek. The tailored dark coat was gone. In its place was a plain government inspection suit, clean but forgettable. His security escort had been reduced to two men who looked more like clerks than guards. Even the vehicle was ordinary by state standards, with no banners, no armored convoy, no sign that anyone important sat inside.The research compound rose out of the dry land like a white secret.Its walls were too clean. Its perimeter too disciplined. Cameras tracked the road before the vehicle even reached the checkpoint. Rows of polished structures sat beyond th
FIVE MILLION LIVES BEHIND LOCKED DOORS
The numbers were worse at night.Evans stood alone in his office, one hand braced against the edge of his desk, while pale blue screens cast cold light across the room. A week had passed since General Kareth Veyron was dragged out of the Defense Ministry in disgrace. A week since the military knelt. A week since he had begun tightening his hold over Rovek’s institutions. But the country had not grown calmer under his rule. It had only grown sicker.Lines of figures climbed across the screens in merciless columns.Confirmed infections. Hospital admissions. Food shortage projections. Rural clinic failure rates. Death counts.The disease had a new name in the official reports now.Crimson Hemorrhagic Fever.And it was eating through the country faster than policy could catch it.The office door opened softly behind him.“Sir,” Arlen said.Evans did not turn at once. “How many today?”Arlen stepped inside with a tablet in hand.His face remained composed, but there was strain under it.
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