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Chapter 10- The Slum King’s Alliance
"You can't go back to the safehouse," Echo said, her voice crackling through my earpiece as I leaned against a damp, oil-stained brick wall in the heart of the Docks District. "Halloway’s men are everywhere. Marcus is in hiding, and the 'Architect' is the most wanted man in the city. They’ve frozen the Thorne accounts.""I don't need a safehouse," I said, looking at the rusted, towering gate of a warehouse known as The Iron Works. "I need an army. Digital power isn't enough when they start sending the state-sanctioned heavy hitters. I need someone who knows how to bleed and how to make others do the same.""Who’s in there?" Echo asked."My father’s shadow. The man the families couldn't kill."I kicked the gate open. The interior was a cathedral of scrap metal, old gym equipment, and the smell of raw iron. In the center of the room, a man was hitting a heavy bag. Each strike sounded like a cannon blast, shaking the very foundations of the building. He was huge—six-foot-five, covered in
Chapter 9- The Butterfly Effect
The world came back in a jagged blur of white light and the metallic, copper taste of my own blood. My vision flickered. A glitching HUD trying to stabilize against a massive EMP dampener.[SYSTEM RECOVERY: 14%... 22%...][RESERVE POWER ACTIVE]I was in the back of a moving van, the walls lined with acoustic foam. My hands were bound with high-tensile zip ties that bit into my skin. Marcus stood over me, holding the $100 million Vermeer painting like it was a piece of trash. He looked down at me with the smug satisfaction of a man who thought he had finally won."You really thought a new face and a fancy watch made you a god, didn't you, Julian?" Marcus sneered.He kicked me in the ribs, the reinforced carbon-fiber in my chest taking the brunt of the blow, but the vibration still rattled my lungs."I don't know how you survived the harbor, but I’m a firm believer in the second attempt. This time, we’re going to use an industrial shredder. No DNA soup. Just dust.""The painting, Marcus
Chapter 8- The Hostile Invite
The charity auction was held at the Sterling Museum of Art—a monolithic building Marcus had named after himself using a "donation" that was actually a multi-million dollar tax dodge. The air was thick with the scent of lilies, old money, and the kind of betrayal that only the elite can afford."The highlight of our evening," the auctioneer announced, his voice smooth as silk, "is a piece recently recovered from a private collection in the Hague. 'Vermeer's Shadow'. We will start the bidding at ten million dollars."Marcus sat in the front row, his chest puffed out like a prize rooster. He needed this painting. Senator Halloway, who was the key to the port’s final zoning permits, was a fanatic for 17th-century Dutch art. This painting was the final "gift"—the ultimate bribe—to ensure the port contract went to Sterling Global."Twelve million," Marcus said, raising his paddle with a practiced flourish."Fifteen million," a voice called out from the back.Marcus frowned, his ego pricked.
Chapter 7- The Face in the Mirror
"Are you sure about this, Julian? Because once I start, there is no 'undo' button," Echo said.Her hand was trembling as she adjusted the focal lens on the surgical laser. We were deep in the bowels of the Sump, in a room shielded by lead plates to hide the massive energy spikes my watch was drawing from the local grid."I’m a scavenger, not a plastic surgeon. If I slip by a millimeter, you’re going to look like a Picasso painting.""You won't slip," I said, lying back on the reclaimed medical table. The metal was cold against my spine, but I barely felt it. My internal temperature was rising as the System prepped my body for the overhaul. "The System is slaved to the laser. It’s guiding your hand via a haptic override. You just have to hold the line. I can't walk into a room with Marcus and Clara looking like the man they killed. Julian Vane has to stay dead so the Architect can live.""But this... Julian, this is going to hurt in a way that words can't describe," she whispered, her
Chapter 6- The Pawn’s Opening Move
"This is 'East-End Freight'?" Echo asked, her voice echoing through the hollow, rusted shell of the warehouse.It sat on the edge of the chemical docks, where the water was a toxic shade of neon orange and the air tasted like sulfur."This is the big 'opening move'? Julian, this place doesn't even have a functioning roof. It’s a literal scrap heap.""It’s perfect," I said. I was leaning against a cold brick wall, my eyes closed as I interfaced with the building's ancient security system.We were inside a small, hidden office within the warehouse, lit only by the blue glow of my watch. "Sterling Global is a titan, Echo. But it’s a titan built on 'just-in-time' logistics. They don't store inventory; they move it. They rely on a web of smaller subsidiaries to keep the blood flowing. And 40% of their inner-city distribution for the port project passes through this specific subsidiary.""Which is currently circling the drain," Echo noted, pointing at a stack of eviction notices and unpaid
Chapter 5- The Funeral of Julian Vane
The cemetery was a masterpiece of fake, manufactured mourning.Damn, I could even say that it was a sea of black umbrellas and expensive silk, a gathering of the city’s elite who had come to ensure that the man who built their fortunes was truly under six feet of dirt.I stood faraway from the scene, masked by the shadows of a weeping willow tree that had seen a century of lies. My new face was hidden behind a high-collared coat and a surgical mask—standard gear for the "sickly" poor of the lower districts who often wandered near the upper-tier parks.Echo stood beside me, clutching a bouquet of wilted, dead flowers she’d pulled from a nearby bin to blend in. "This is beyond morbid, Julian. Watching your own burial? This is how people end up in the psych ward.""I don't want therapy, Echo. I want to see who smiles when the dirt hits the lid," I whispered. My eyes were locked on the front row.At the center of the gathering stood the two people who had dismantled my life. Clara Vane—so
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