2025-02-18 22:49:24Now staring at the door of the mogue slowly closing, Carl Gerald was left alone, he was totally consumed by anger.
His wife's and Sebastian Tyler's cruelty, arrogance and humiliation had pushed to the edge of it all.
“I will make sure she pays!”
“Not only her but her new lover boy, Sebastian Tyler, he too will pay dearly for those disdainful words he used against me!”
Carl Gerald's voice was a bit above whispers, he was clearly muttering to himself.
He vowed silently to make they all pay and regret the humiliation they inflicted upon him.
Just as he was about to head towards the door, the door was immediately heaved open and an outstandingly gorgeous lady walked into the morgue immediately.
She wasn't alone as she was accompanied by seven security details, all dressed in black suits with black military grade dark shades to match their black suits.
Debra Zach was the lady's name, she wore a red daring suit which matched her fair complexion and complemented the red fiery lipstick on lips.
Her aura was commanding and intimidating, her red suit made her stand out completely from her security guards.
Slowly she walked towards Carl Gerald who had just stopped to see what really was going on.
“General Carl! I have been searching the whole globe for you!”
Debra Zach said her voice was laced with a mixture of exhilaration and happiness as she raced towards Carl Gerald and bowed before him immediately, as did her security guards.
“General Carl, I and the team have been searching everywhere for you!”
“The last time we heard from you, you were last seen at the western pole and before we could get there, you where gone!”
“General Carl, it's been five years since we last saw you…it feels so go to finally meet you again.”
Debra Zach said as she slowly raised her head and noticed something strange.
Carl Gerald had bewilderment, anxiety and curiosity reeking all over his face.
“General Carl…what is it, don't matter you remember…”
“Hey lady, please cut the crap, I know you are working with my wife, Tiffany Raymond and probably for the other animal, Sebastian Tyler.”
“Those two animals sent you here to rub it in my face, didn't they?!”
“We'll go and tell them that they are such shameless losers and that are definitely going to pay for this very humiliation and disrespect!”
“Stand up and leave now and take your show security guards out of here!”
Carl Gerald's voice was laced with a mixture of anger and determination.
Just as he made his way to walk out the door, Debra Zach immediately held his hand, “General Carl!”
“General Carl…What really happened to you?…Do you mean to tell me that you don't remember who I am?”
Debra Zach's voice was laced with a mixture of confusion and bewilderment as she stared at Carl Gerald.
“Miss, I'm really having a bad day and I would prefer if you could just pack up this little show you were paid to put up here…and go home!”
“Miss I don't know who or what you are talking about!”
Carl Gerald's voice was now laced with a mixture of confusion and anger as he now felt embarrassed by the whole event.
Immediately it dawned on her that Carl Gerald must have lost memories of who he truly was.
Debra Zach's initial joy slowly gave way to shock as she noticed the coldness and doubt reeking all over him.
“General Carl, it may…it may seem that you might have lost…lost your memories!”
“Lost my memories?!”
“What the heck are you yapping about Miss?!”
Carl Gerald asked angrily, his fist immediately clenched in vexation as he stared at the beautiful lady in front of him with bewilderment and curiosity.
“General Carl, you really can't remember who you are!”
“General Carl…”
“Can you stop calling me by that name, I'm no General, I'm just a poor husband who just got divorced!”
Carl Gerald said as he slowly bent his head towards the ground, tears threatened to well down his eyes but he slowly sniffed it up.
Debra Zach immediately walked over to him slowly and offered him a black handkerchief with a golden emblem clearly showing S.W.E.D.
“Grand Carl, you are not a poor husband, you are the General in charge of the Sea Wolves Elite Division, the most powerful and dreaded secretive organisation across the globe.”
“Precisely on the 21st of October, 2020 we lost contact with you!”
“You and your team from the Elite Division were ambushed during a classified mission, since then we have been trying to reach out to you but all to no avail!”
“My signature thermal scanner just picked up your heat signature some moments ago while we were on an undercover mission here in Northcliff city.”
“General Carl, sadly and your men were killed in the ambush, we recovered all of their bodies except yours.”
“Our Intel holds that an IED explosion had exploded the 11 All terrain vehicles (ATVs) on your way to the mission after the team's electronic warfare system jammed and failed mysteriously.”
“I'm really sorry General Carl, there was nothing we could do to save your team, sadly only you survived that holocaust.”
Debra Zach's voice laced with a mix of remorse, regret, humility and sorrows as she stared at General Carl.
Carl Gerald was stunned, his eyebrows furrowed in a mix of bewilderment and curiosity.
“How is all this possible?”
“I can't remember any of these things!”
Carl Gerald asked as he gazed at the black handkerchief in his hand.
Confusion and bewilderment obviously spelled all over his face.
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Chapter 590: The arrival of the doomer:
Officers began moving toward the equipment area where tactical gear had been laid out for distribution, but General Carl Gerald held up his hand to stop them for one more moment."One more thing," he said, his voice quieter but somehow more intense. "I want each of you to take sixty seconds right now and think about why you chose this profession.”“Think about what motivates you to put on the uniform and take these risks. Think about the people you're protecting and why their lives matter enough to you that you're willing to put your own life on the line to defend them."The officers stood silently, some closing their eyes, all of them visibly engaging with the question General Carl Gerald had posed."Hold onto that motivation tomorrow morning," General Carl Gerald continued. "When the fighting gets intense and the situation becomes chaotic and you're tempted to panic or make decisions based on fear rather than training, remember why you're there.”“Remember that the patients in tha
Chapter 589: The game plan:
General Carl Gerald appreciated Phineas's attention to these details. Managing the information environment…controlling what hospital staff knew and didn't know, maintaining cover stories that prevented panic while still allowing necessary preparations, was just as important as the tactical positioning and equipment allocation."What about Doctor Anderson?" General Carl Gerald asked. "He needs to know what's coming so he can prepare medically, but he also needs to continue treating Sara and managing the secure ward without behaving so obviously differently that staff notice and start asking questions.""I briefed Anderson personally about an hour ago," Phineas reported. "He's aware of the threat and the timeline.”“He's quietly preparing emergency medical equipment and supplies in Sara's room so he can continue providing care even if normal hospital services are disrupted by the attack. And he's coordinating with senior nursing staff to ensure they're positioned to handle mass casual
Chapter 588: The Price of progress is pain:
General Carl Gerald let that sink in, seeing the growing tension in the officers' expressions as they contemplated these realities."And you're going to have to live with the outcomes of those decisions," General Carl Gerald said quietly. "If you shoot an attacker and the round passes through and hits a patient in the room behind your target, you'll have to live with that.”“If you hesitate to shoot because you're worried about collateral damage and that hesitation allows an attacker to kill a nurse or doctor who was just trying to do their job, you'll have to live with that too. There are no clean choices in this operation.”“There are only varying degrees of terrible outcomes and the hope that we can minimize harm while accomplishing our mission."The room was absolutely silent now, every officer confronting the moral complexity of what they were being asked to do."I'm telling you this not to demoralize you or make you second-guess yourselves," General Carl Gerald continued. "I'm
Chapter 587: DefCon mode:
"Five officers will be positioned directly around Sara's room with the mission of keeping her alive regardless of what happens elsewhere in the building.”“This team will include myself, Lieutenant Chen, Sergeant Rivera, and two tactical officers with hostage rescue experience.” General Carl Gerald immediately continued.“We'll have prepared evacuation routes and secure fallback positions. If the attackers breach the fourth floor and threaten to overrun Sara's position, we extract her to a secure location and hold until reinforcements arrive from the mobile reserve force."Lieutenant Chen studied the schematic carefully. "Sir, the fourth floor has multiple stairwells and elevator access points. If the attackers coordinate their approach, they could hit us from several directions simultaneously. How do we prevent being surrounded?""We don't prevent it," General Carl Gerald said.“We accept that possibility and plan for it. The close protection team will have defensible positions estab
Chapter 586: Intelligence wasted:
"Limited intelligence on specific individuals," General Carl Gerald admitted. "But based on the professionalism demonstrated in other operations The Architect has coordinated…the funeral attack, the imposter infiltrations, the sophisticated tactical planning…we should assume we're facing operators with military-grade training and equipment.”“Think former special forces or private military contractors rather than street-level criminals. These will be people who know what they're doing and who won't hesitate to kill anyone who gets in their way."Sergeant Marcus Rivera spoke up, his voice carrying the gravelly tone of someone who'd spent years shouting orders on training ranges and in combat zones. "General Carl Gerald, with all respect, ten against fifteen seems like reasonable odds for us. We outnumber them and we'll have defensive advantage. What makes this operation particularly challenging beyond just the civilian environment?"It was a fair question from someone whose military
Chapter 585: The Midnight Dancer:
The two hours that followed the emergency briefing passed with the kind of controlled urgency that characterized high-stakes military operations in their preparation phases. The Elite Division headquarters building…normally a place of methodical routine and bureaucratic process…had transformed into something that more closely resembled a combat forward operating base. Every floor hummed with purposeful activity as officers gathered equipment, reviewed tactical plans, coordinated with their assigned teams, and mentally prepared themselves for the violence that would erupt when the sun rose in approximately thirteen hours.General Carl Gerald stood in one of the secure conference rooms on the seventh floor, surrounded by maps, facility schematics, equipment manifests, and the organized chaos of operational planning. The hospital defense team had assembled as requested…fifteen officers whose files and service records suggested they were the best possible choices for the unique challen
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