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LOADING THE FINAL CARGO

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The silence that followed was deafening. The six men inside the warehouse froze in place, their bodies were rigid, and their breaths caught in their throats. Time itself seemed to pause as their eyes locked onto the pile.

A single, faint click echoed through the warehouse.

Victor’s eyes widened in horror.

And then—

BOOM!

Two hours later, after the second wave of Dynocell batteries had exploded, the chaos had subsided, leaving a heavy silence over the warehouse.

Emergency responders had come and gone, securing the area and treating the wounded.

Though the explosion had been controlled, the aftermath lingered in the air like smoke.

Meanwhile under the dim glow of overhead floodlights, forty men Luiz Tarejo had arranged for worked tirelessly to load the remaining Dynocell batteries into company trucks.

Their movements were methodical and urgent, knowing the risk that still lurked within the remaining 350,000 units.

The six staff members who had survived the explosion, now wrapped in

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THE DIGITAL WAR ROOM
It was on the 15th Floor, Below the Khyber Executive Suite | 3:17 A.M.The Khyber Control Room wasn’t in any blueprint.It was a high-security bunker embedded into the infrastructure of the Westwood tower, hummed with the pulse of artificial intelligence, firewalled quantum servers, and projection screens that wrapped around the room in a seamless 360-degree view. Every surface was a console. Every chair was linked to the Khyber Data Fabrication matrix.Farouq Khyber stood in the center, his figure was silhouetted by flowing walls of code and data. Today, they were going to wage a digital war on the Bowen family franchise. This was the new phase of their plan after it was evident that freezing their accounts was not going to affect them in any way.The blue light flickered faintly at the base of his neck—the embedded chip in full activation.His eyes shimmered with the glow of data overlays only he could fully comprehend.Around him sat a council of minds, elite members of the Khyb
GO FUCK YOURSELF TARIQ
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THREE BILLION REASONS TO WALK AWAY
Carl Bowen stood still, his phone pressed to his ear. The room was silent, save for the faint hum of the air conditioner. Across from him, Farouq Khyber remained seated, his eyes were fixed on Carl, a mixture of confusion and suspicion was etched on his face. On the other end of the line, Carla Bowen's voice trembled with disbelief. “Carl… Carl, oh my God! It’s there! Three billion! Carl, what’s happening? Where did this come from?”Carl closed his eyes briefly, the weight of the moment was pressing down on him. He took a deep breath, steadying himself. “It’s our lifeline,” he said softly. “It’s our way out.”Farouq Khyber's eyes widened. He slowly rose from his chair, his mouth opening slightly as if to speak, but no words came out. He looked at Carl, then at the phone, then back at Carl, his face was a mask of shock and disbelief. Carl turned slightly away from Farouq, focusing on his sister. “Carla, listen to me carefully. This money changes everything. We’re no longer at the m
THE CRACK IN THE SCRIPT
Carl Bowen held the phone to his ear, his heart was pounding in his chest.There was a pause on the other end. Just the sound of static.Then came the voice. Low. Calm. Cold.“Carl Bowen… I hope everything is good and going according to plan?”Carl glanced quickly at Farouq, who was still seated, arms folded, watching him like a hawk. The Khyber tycoon raised an eyebrow, confused but silent.Carl turned slightly away, gripping the phone tighter.“Yes, sir,” Carl said into the phone, with a voice that was more steady now. “Everything is going according to plan. We’re getting close to the last piece.”Farouq blinked.His head tilted slightly. A flicker of confusion danced across his face.Last piece? he thought.What is this Bowen man talking about?Farouq’s eyes narrowed. This wasn’t part of any script. Carl wasn’t supposed to be this calm. He wasn’t supposed to have a “plan.”He was supposed to be desperate.He was supposed to be cornered.But instead, Carl was standing there, phone
THE CLOCK AND THE KNIFE
Farouq Khyber glanced at the heavy gold watch on his wrist. The ticking was soft but clear in the silent room. He looked up at Carl Bowen, who was still standing—face pale, eyes sharp, mind racing.“You should not take too long,” Farouq said quietly. “Time is not your friend right now.”Carl turned to him slowly, the weight of his breath was pushing out of his chest.“You expect me to decide now?” he asked. His voice was flat, but the tension behind it cracked like dry leaves under pressure. “You want me to make a decision this heavy... here, now, in this very moment?”Farouq nodded once. “Your time is going, Mr. Bowen. I won’t sit here all night waiting for you to wrestle with your conscience.”Carl’s face twisted into a deeper frown. “This isn’t a conscience decision. It’s a trap. And I don’t make life-and-death choices while standing under a blade.”Farouq folded his arms loosely, the faintest curve at the corner of his mouth suggested he found that statement amusing.Carl took a
THE TERMS OF EXTINCTION
Farouq Khyber sat still, his eyes were locked on Carl Bowen like a hawk watching a trembling mouse. For a few moments, there was only silence in the room. It wasn’t peaceful silence—it was the kind that pressed down on the skin, made the air feel thick, and made the heart beat louder inside the chest.Then, slowly, Farouq’s gaze softened. Not much—but enough to be noticed.“You surprise me, Mr. Bowen,” he said, folding his hands neatly in front of him. “Many men would be on their knees by now. Many men have begged me for less than what I just offered. But you? You sit straight. You speak clearly. You even pretend to smile.”Carl said nothing, but his jaw tightened.Farouq continued, his voice was low and almost admiring.“I can see the weight on your shoulders,” he said. “The pressure pressing in from every side. Your company is frozen. Your employees are restless. Your partners whisper behind your back. And yet, here you are—playing calm. Acting as if you still hold the cards.”He l

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THE CLOCK AND THE KNIFE

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