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138: The Dean
“Morning, Leo. You look like you barely slept.”The security guard leaned against the wall near the maintenance room, coffee in hand, giving him a friendly nod. Leo pushed his cart out and returned the nod with a tired smile. “Yeah, late night studying. You know how it is.”He started his early shift in the main academic block, the wheels of the cart squeaking softly as he moved down the hallway. The familiar routine helped steady him. Mop in hand, he worked the floors with steady strokes, but his mind stayed sharp on the bigger problems. The audit was still hanging over everything, and the Dean’s last message burned in his thoughts. He needed to act without stepping too far out of his cover.Halfway through the east wing, he stopped near a quiet utility closet. He checked that no one was around, then pulled out his phone and sent a secure drop to the Dean. “Shield Elena’s file and the athletes first. Make it look like routine paperwork errors. Slow everything else down. No open moves
137: Midnight at the Annex
Leo slipped through the side gate near the old engineering annex, keeping his steps quiet on the cracked pavement. The night air felt cool against his skin, but every movement pulled at the healing wounds in his shoulder and side. He kept one hand tucked in his hoodie pocket, the other loose at his side. To anyone watching, he looked like just another tired 300-level student cutting across campus after a late study session. No one would guess the truth.He stopped at the edge of the annex building and checked his phone. The secure line showed Elena and Rosa on standby. “I’m here,” he said quietly into the comms. “Stay back unless it goes bad.”“Be careful,” Elena replied. Her voice carried that mix of worry and trust he had come to rely on. “We’re right here if you need us.”Leo slipped the phone away and waited. The annex stood silent, its old brick walls covered in ivy. Footsteps approached from the shadows. A man in his forties stepped into view, wearing a plain jacket and carrying
136: The Cost of Silence
Leo pushed the heavy cleaning cart down the long hallway of the administration building, the wheels squeaking softly against the polished floor. His shoulder burned with every push, and the wound in his side pulled tight when he bent to wring out the mop. The familiar smell of lemon cleaner filled the air, but today it did nothing to calm the storm in his head. He kept his face blank, like any other tired scholarship student doing his job.His phone vibrated in his pocket. He glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then pulled it out. The message was from the Dean’s private secure line — the man Leo had put in that chair after firing Dean Arthur years ago. The Dean knew exactly who Leo really was and answered only to him.“Irregularities flagged in scholarship funding tied to maintenance access logs. Marcus and Tyler are under review. External pressure is mounting fast. Need your direct instructions on how to handle. They want answers by tomorrow afternoon. — D”Leo stopped t
135: The Exile's Strike
“Bring me the file on the boy’s campus connections.”Thomas Blackwood sat in the sunlit study of his guarded villa, the large windows overlooking a private garden that felt more like a cage than a retreat. He wore a simple linen shirt, sleeves rolled up, but his posture remained straight and commanding. His silver hair caught the light as he leaned forward, fingers tapping the polished wooden table. The exile had not softened him. If anything, it had sharpened the edges.The assistant, a quiet man named Reyes who had followed him from the old days, placed a thick folder in front of him. “We have fresh reports, sir. Leo is still operating under his student cover at Northwood. The funeral for Maya drew some attention, but he stayed low. Our scouts confirm he is using janitor access for movement across campus.”Thomas opened the folder slowly. His face showed no anger now, only cold calculation. Photos of Leo in his work uniform, walking the halls with a mop cart. Notes on his interactio
134: Lines Drawn on Campus
“Another early shift, huh?”The security guard nodded at Leo as he pushed the cleaning cart down the hallway. Leo gave a small tired smile and kept moving. “Yeah, someone has to keep these floors clean before the rush hits.”He started in the business admin wing, the familiar smell of lemon cleaner filling the air as he mopped in steady arcs. His shoulder still pulled tight with every push, and his side ached when he bent down to wring out the mop. The injuries from the warehouse fight had improved, but they reminded him constantly that he was not fully healed. Still, the routine felt useful. It gave him cover and access.Leo worked his way toward the east corridor, eyes scanning the usual spots. He had received the tip from Rosa late last night...one of Thomas’s scouts had been planted on campus, posing as maintenance help. The man carried hidden recording devices and asked too many questions about scholarship students. Leo needed to handle it without anyone connecting the dots back
133: Midnight at the Clock Tower
Leo pushed through the side gate near the old clock tower, his steps careful on the uneven path. The night air felt cool against his skin, but every movement pulled at the healing wounds in his shoulder and side. He kept one hand tucked in his hoodie pocket, the other loose at his side. To anyone watching, he looked like just another tired 300-level student cutting across campus after a late study session. No one would guess the truth.He stopped at the base of the tower and checked his phone. The secure line showed Elena and Rosa on standby. “I’m here,” he said quietly into the comms. “Stay back unless it goes bad.”“Be careful,” Elena replied. Her voice carried that mix of worry and trust he had come to rely on. “We’re right here if you need us.”Leo slipped the phone away and waited. The tower stood silent, its old clock face dark. Footsteps approached from the shadows. A man in his forties stepped into view, wearing a plain jacket and carrying a small bag. His face looked nervous,
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