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IT'S JUST BEGINNING
Sophia was flatlining. The monitor showed it. That terrible straight line. That horrible continuous tone. The sound of death. The sound of everything ending.The medics were working frantically. Moving fast. Doing everything they were trained to do. Everything emergency medicine allowed. Everything possible.The defibrillator was charging. That high-pitched whine. That sound of desperate hope. That sound of last chances."CLEAR!" The lead medic shouted. Everyone stepped back. Hands off. Making space.The shock hit Sophia's body. Her chest lifted. Convulsed. Electricity forcing muscles to contract. Forcing the heart to maybe restart. Maybe beat. Maybe live.But nothing. The line stayed flat. The tone stayed continuous. Death stayed present.Dante was watching. Helpless. Useless. Just standing there while the woman he loved was dying. While her life was slipping away. While everything that mattered was ending."Come on!" he shouted. To Sophia. To the universe. To anyone listening. "FIGH
THE CRY OF JOY
Scarlett was setting up the live stream. Fast. Efficient. Using everything. Her phone. A tablet. Marie's laptop. Every device they had. Every platform she could think of.Facebook Live. YouTube. Twitter. TikTok. Instagram. Twitch. Every social media site. Every streaming platform. EVERYTHING simultaneously. All at once. Maximum coverage. Maximum reach.She hit start. All of them. Broadcasting live. From inside the surrounded vehicle. From the middle of a police siege. From the center of everything.Within seconds the viewers were coming. 10,000 people. Then more. 100,000. Growing fast. Growing exponentially. 1 million viewers. Just like that.It was going VIRAL. The algorithm was picking it up. People were sharing. Retweeting. Forwarding. "Dante Hayes LIVE from police siege!" "The Phantom broadcasting from NY!" "Council exposé happening NOW!"Dante was addressing the camera. Looking right at it. Looking at the world. Speaking clearly. Speaking honestly. Speaking truth."My name is Da
Sullivan Would Kill Them
The explosion was rocking the UN building. The entire structure shaking. Walls cracking. Ceiling tiles falling. Dust everywhere. Alarms screaming so loud you couldn't think. Red lights flashing. Emergency protocols going crazy.Guards were abandoning the cells. Running. Boots pounding on concrete. Heading upstairs. Going toward the threat. Toward the explosion. Toward whatever was happening. Leaving the prisoners behind. Leaving Dante alone.Dante was alone in his cell. The door was still locked. But it was DAMAGED from the explosion. He could see cracks. See the frame bent. See opportunity.He kicked it. Hard. Full force. Everything he had. The door shook but held.Second kick. Harder. The hinges were weakening. Metal groaning. Frame bending more.Third kick. The door broke free. Crashing open. Slamming into the wall. Freedom. Just like that. Simple physics. Simple violence. Simple escape.He was escaping into the corridor. Chaos everywhere. Smoke thick. Hard to see. Hard to breathe.
THE SURRENDER
Dante was publicly surrendering. Right there. In front of everyone. Hands up. Weapons down. Giving up. Submitting. Everything he'd fought against. Everything he'd resisted. Now surrendering.Sullivan was ordering. Commanding. Triumphant. "Restrain him. Read him his rights. He's under arrest. International terrorism. Murder. Conspiracy. Everything. Book him."UN Security was moving in. Guards in blue helmets. International force. Grabbing Dante. Handcuffing him. Roughly. Violently. Like he was dangerous. Like he might fight back. Treating him like a criminal. Like scum.Sophia was freed. Gun away from her head. Bonds cut. She was running to Dante. Desperate. Crying. "Don't do this! Please! There has to be another way! You can't give up! You CAN'T!"Dante looked at her. Really looked at her. Maybe for the last time. "I have to. For you. For Emma. For everyone. This is the only way you live. The only way any of you survive. I made my choice."Sullivan was pressing. Wanting more. Wanting
FACE YOUR CHARGES!
Sullvan was alive. Somehow. Again. The guy just wouldn't stay dead. He'd captured Sophia after her parachute landing. Found her. Grabbed her. Took her prisoner.Now he was holding her at UN Headquarters. Not hiding. PUBLICLY. In front of everyone. Making it a show. Making it a statement.His message to Dante was simple. Clear. Brutal. "Come face me, Hayes. Address the General Assembly. Do it live. In front of the world. Or watch her die LIVE. On camera. In front of everyone."Dante was exhausted. Injured. Barely alive. Had just survived a plane crash. Had just been rescued from the ocean. Was hypothermic. Was broken. Was dying.But he was coming anyway. Because Sophia needed him. Because this was the only way. Because giving up wasn't an option.Morrison's boat was racing to New York. Full speed. Engines maxed out. ETA was two hours. Maybe less if they pushed it. Maybe more if conditions got bad.Sullivan's deadline was one hour. Sixty minutes. Not negotiable. Not flexible. Come now o
LET'S FINISH THIS
Dante was grabbing the cargo netting. Big section. Strong material. His hands worked fast. Tying knots. Connecting pieces. The plane was breaking apart around them. Wind screaming. Metal tearing. Everything falling.Cain and Victor were helping. Grabbing edges. Holding sections. Twenty seconds until they hit the ground. Maybe less. Time running out fast.They were making a makeshift parachute. Spreading the cargo net between them. Holding corners. Creating something that might catch air. That might slow them down. That might save their lives."This WON'T work!" Victor was shouting over the wind. His voice barely audible. Terror in his eyes."It HAS to!" Dante was finishing the last knots. Making them tight. Making them strong. No time for doubt. No time for fear. Just action.Ten seconds left. They jumped from the falling plane wreckage. All three of them. Holding the cargo net. Spreading it wide. Praying it would work.The cargo net deployed. Caught air. Like a parachute. Sort of. St
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