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TWENTY BILLION AND A QUESTION
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Robert Gibson left the Gibson Pharmaceutical headquarters with his jaw locked so tight it made his temples ache.

The glass tower behind him reflected the afternoon sun like a trophy, but it did nothing to fix what Ethan Ward had done to his pride.

In the courtyard of Titan Crest, in front of Janet, in front of staff, in front of investors. Ethan had often spoken in ways and made Robert feel small.

Robert hated that feeling more than he hated losses.

Two bodyguards stepped ahead and opened th
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  • INEVITABLE COLLAPSE

    Then Ethan nodded once. “Correct.”That answer seemed to surprise Lorne more than argument would have.“So you agree.”“Yes.”Lorne frowned. “Then why are you sounding so certain?”Ethan zoomed farther in.New symbols appeared on the map. Defensive rings. Air response zones. Automated firing points. Lorne recognized the pattern almost immediately, and when he did, something changed in his face.“No,” he said quietly.Ethan did not smile this time. He only watched him understand.Lorne looked back at the highlighted sectors. “That’s the real strike.”Ethan said, “No… disabling their interceptors is.”The words hit harder than anything else he had said.Not because they were louder, but because they completed the picture. Everything before it had been movement. This was the point where movement became inevitability.Lorne’s head lifted slowly. “You went after the interceptors?”“Yes.”There was no hesitation in the answer. No need to justify it. The decision had already been made long b

  • THE WAR BEHIND THE WAR

    For a moment, Captain Lorne could only stare at the glowing map in Ethan’s hand.“Inside… Lucien Varros's base?” he asked.Ethan met his eyes. “Yes.”Lorne took one slow step back, then another. His anger had not vanished, but it had been cut open and replaced by something else. Shock. Real shock. The kind that came when a battlefield suddenly changed shape in your mind.It was the kind of realization that did not arrive all at once. It crept in, piece by piece, forcing the mind to rearrange what it thought it already understood. What had looked like failure moments ago now began to look dangerously deliberate.“You sent men into Lucien Varros’s base,” he said. “Into his actual base.”“Yes.”Lorne looked back at the map. “How?”Ethan shifted the tablet slightly and enlarged the image. New sectors appeared in layers. Roads. internal routes. storage clusters. support lines. Lorne saw at once that this was not surface scouting. This was deep penetration.Not the kind that relied on speed

  • THE PLAN BENEATH THE TRAP

    Lorne stared at Ethan like the room had shifted under his feet.For a few seconds, he said nothing. The anger was still there, but confusion had cut into it so sharply that it could no longer move the same way. Ethan sat where he was, one hand near the cold tea, the other resting beside the burned teddy bear, as if he had not just said something insane.Then Lorne found his voice.“What do you mean it worked?”Ethan did not answer immediately.Lorne took a step closer to the bed. “We almost died out there. A good number of our soldiers died, patients in critical conditions were hit, Nira died. The helicopters were hit. Rathenfall burned. And you are sitting there telling me your plan worked?”Ethan looked up at him calmly. “Almost is not the same as did.”That answer did not help.Lorne laughed once, but there was no humor in it. “That is what you say to me?” He pointed toward the dark screen where Varros had just vanished. “After all that, that is what you say?”Ethan reached for th

  • THE ANGER OF THE LOYAL

    The silence after the broadcast was worse than the voice that had filled it.The screen went dark, but Lucien Varros still felt present in the room, as if his words had stained the walls and refused to leave. Ethan remained seated on the edge of the hospital bed, one hand resting near the cold tea, the other close to the burned teddy bear. He did not speak. He did not move. Captain Lorne did both.“This is too much!”His voice hit the room like a strike. He turned away from the screen so sharply that the portable unit rattled on its stand. Then he paced once, twice, stopped near the window, and hit the wall frame with the side of his fist hard enough to make the metal ring.“They recorded it,” he said. “They attacked you, they filmed it, and then they stood in front of cameras and bragged about it.”Ethan said nothing.Lorne turned back toward him. “No shame. No restraint. No fear. They speak like they own the law, like they own the sky, like they own death itself.”He took another

  • THE BROADCAST OF MOCKERY

    The drone did not blink.It held Ethan’s helicopter in the center of the screen with a steadiness that felt more hateful than chaos ever could. In the quiet of the medical room, the image looked even worse than the memory. It was not a battlefield view. It was an execution angle.Lorne stared at the screen as if the machine itself had insulted him. “They recorded it,” he said.The camera remained fixed. The helicopter rose slightly from the ground. Men moved below like targets already measured and dismissed. The image sharpened one degree more, as if whoever controlled the drone had wanted every second preserved.Lorne’s voice went lower and harder. “They recorded everything.”Ethan said nothing.The screen flashed white.Then the explosion came again.Even knowing it was coming did not soften it. Fire burst through the side of the helicopter. Metal blew outward in a vicious bloom. The camera shook once from the pressure wave, then stabilized again, still watching. The anchor’s vo

  • THE SILENCE AFTER SURVIVAL

    Four days after the explosion, the quiet around Ethan felt unnatural.He sat upright in the main headquarters of the Tribunal army medical wing wearing a plain hospital gown, a light blanket over his legs, and slim white plasters across his ribs and shoulder. A cup of tea rested untouched on the small table beside him. Next to it sat Nira’s teddy bear, cleaned as much as possible but still marked by smoke at one ear.The room was soft with machine beeps and filtered light. It should have felt safe. It did not.A doctor stood at the foot of Ethan’s bed with a chart in hand while two others finished reviewing his scans on a wall screen. The oldest of them adjusted his glasses, studied the numbers one last time, and then stepped forward.“You should still be in bed,” the doctor said.Ethan looked at him calmly. “I am where I need to be.”The doctor let out a careful breath. “That attitude is the reason you are difficult to treat master Ethan.”Lorne, who had been standing near the wind

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