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CHAPTER 298
The room was darker than sin.A chandelier of onyx glass hung above a circular table, where fourteen masked bidders sat. Each held a numbered paddle. On display was the night’s most valuable item: Project Sable—a hard drive containing proprietary neural research, capable of manipulating memory implants. Illegal. Dangerous. Worth billions.And tonight, Javier Everhart wasn’t here to bid.He was here to end it.Disguised as one of the bidders—paddle 09—he listened as the auctioneer began. “Opening bid: thirty million euros.”Paddle 04 raised a hand. “Forty.”Paddle 07: “Fifty-five.”Paddle 12: “Eighty.”The room vibrated with greed.And then—he spoke.“Two hundred million euros.”Gasps.Every head turned.The auctioneer choked slightly. “Paddle... 09?”Javier removed his mask.Half the room froze.The other half began texting frantically.Lucien Varros sat at the far end, his jaw tightening. He was older now—gray streaking his temples, but his smile was still venom in velvet.“So,” Luci
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Two Days Later – Tuscany, Italy. Lang Estate Masquerade Ball.The Lang estate sat atop the hills like a crown of marble and glass. From afar, it looked serene—vineyards stretching toward the horizon under a bleeding sunset, violins echoing from the grand hall, and gold-plated masks dancing under crystal chandeliers.Javier stood at the edge of the ballroom terrace, dressed in sharp black, his mask plain. He watched as the elite of Europe sipped wine and whispered secrets, unaware that the next explosion had already begun ticking.“Visual on Veronique,” Amara said through the earpiece. “North side of the ballroom. Red gown. Phoenix mask.”“Copy that.” He set his glass down.He passed guests laughing behind feathered masks—countesses, oligarchs, pharma tycoons. A man brushed his shoulder and muttered, “Watch where you walk, servant.”Javier didn’t even blink.They still thought he was no one.That was always their mistake.Veronique Lang stood beside a hedge of roses, holding court. Her
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Three Weeks Later – Geneva, SwitzerlandJavier adjusted the silk tie around his neck as he stepped out of the black Aston Martin parked at the curb of the Grand Beaumont Hotel. The doormen didn’t recognize him.Not yet.He moved through the lobby like a shadow in tailored grey. Marble floors, gold trim, laughter echoing from the ballroom beyond. A charity gala, hosted by the same bastards who once funded Sable’s cloning project. Tonight, they were raising money for “global ethics in biotechnology.”The irony almost made him laugh.Amara’s voice crackled in his earpiece.“Security team is minimal. No facial recognition system. You’re clear.”He gave a faint nod. “And our guest?”“Just arrived. Penthouse suite. Senator Kade.”Javier’s jaw tightened.Senator Horace Kade had publicly denounced the use of cloning—yet had secretly funneled over 20 million into Project Echo through offshore accounts. He was the first domino. Javier didn’t want him dead.He wanted him exposed.And humiliated.
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A low hiss echoed through the chamber as the containment pods began to drain, the viscous fluid sloshing out in heavy, rhythmic pulses. Tubes detached. Monitors flared to life. And from behind the glass, the shadows moved.Amara stepped back, gun raised, her voice cold. “Javier, tell me that’s not—”“Me,” he said grimly. “Or at least, what Sable thinks is me.”The first pod opened with a metallic groan. A figure stepped forward—naked, drenched, and eerily calm. He looked… identical. Same height. Same build. Same piercing eyes that had silenced boardrooms and enemies alike.Sable’s voice slithered in the air. “Meet J2. No childhood trauma. No compassion. No hesitation. Just instinct, strategy, and violence—all the things you’ve been suppressing behind that expensive suit and stoic restraint.”Javier stared at the clone. It blinked. Tilted its head. Studied him with a kind of curiosity that was far too measured.“You built a monster,” Javier said quietly.Sable shrugged. “I refined a we
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Javier gave Amara a single nod—an unspoken acceptance of her resolve—before striding past Damon, who was already on the comms, murmuring orders into a hidden earpiece. The hotel suite door shut behind them with a soft click, the air outside colder, heavier—like the night knew what they were heading into.Down in the underground garage, a matte-black SUV waited, engine running. Javier slipped into the back seat while Amara took the front. Damon climbed behind the wheel.“They’re expecting us,” Damon said, pulling out into the street, “but we’ll still go in from the east entrance—less visibility, less noise.”“Any heat signatures?” Javier asked.
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Javier paced to the wet bar, poured himself a glass of water—no liquor tonight. Not until his mind was sharper than the blade he kept hidden beneath his coat. He took a sip, then turned back to Amara.“Start from the beginning,” he said. “How did you find out Sable was in the city?”“I intercepted chatter on a secure channel,” Amara replied, pulling a tablet from her bag and placing it on the glass table. “Encrypted, but sloppy. He’s getting arrogant. Someone referred to him as Dr. S—that’s the same alias he used in Prague.”Javier’s eyes narrowed. “And the lab?”“Abandoned pharmaceutical facility. East River district. Last used five years ago. No electricity on the grid, but the thermal scans I ran last night show movement. At least four people inside. Possibly more underground.”“So he’s building something.”“Or someone,” Amara said, her jaw clenched. “If it’s another subject like—”“Don’t.” Javier’s voice dropped, almost a whisper. “We don’t speak about Subject 12.”Amara lowered h
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