Henry returned as George Thompson to visit Ravenstone where he found Tristan Morris, his cousin, sitting alone in the living room, staring blankly at the wall."Tris," George said softly, walking over to him and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.Tristan looked up at him with puffy, red eyes, a testament to the tears he had shed for his beloved wife."I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you," George apologized. "I can't imagine the pain you must be feeling right now.""It's an unbearable pain, and it's killing me," Tristan replied. George could hear the anguish in his voice, and he didn't know how to make it better."I know that whatever I say won't lessen the pain you feel," George said, sitting down next to Tristan. "But I promise you, we will find those responsible and make them pay for what they did.""And how?" Tristan asked, his voice hard.George hesitated for a moment, unsure how to proceed. "The President has created a private task force to seek revenge against the terrori

Henry Constantine exhaled a sigh of relief when his clandestine mission as billionaire George Thompson had been a success. The elusive terrorist organization known as the serpents had been neutralized and their leader Omar Farouk was now in custody. "Nova, report status," Henry commanded, initiated a secure communication with Nova, residing within the Quantum Reverie's intricate circuitry. "Quantum Reverie systems are operating within acceptable parameters," Nova responded in a synthetic voice. "Battery power is currently at 12%. It is recommended that you initiate a recharge cycle at your earliest convenience.""Okay, thanks Nova. I'm glad I can rest." Henry was standing outside the Ravenstone, hesitating to enter because he don't know how to communicate with Tristan Morris after he disappears again to change into another identity."Henry, where have you been?" He was surprised to see Mr. Howard."Oh, good day, Mr. Howard! I just want to visit you and Tristan." "You don't have to v

Henry Constantine emerged from the Senate building, his body weary and his mind abuzz after a grueling hearing. For hours, he had endured relentless barrage of accusations, each senator vying with each other in their condemnations. But Henry knew the truth that George Thompson, the billionaire had played by the rules. He had paid his taxes, invested in his businesses and created jobs for thousands of people. Yet, the senators had chosen to ignore the facts, preferring instead to grandstand and score political points.Shed of his disguise, Henry felt a profound sense of relief. The weight of pretending to be someone he was not had finally lifted. Yet, as he walked down the Rollingstone avenue, a gnawing emptiness replaced the exhilaration he had initially felt. Life as George Thompson had been glamorous, but it had also been isolating. Surrounded by yes-men and self-serving hangers-on, he had lost touch with the ordinary world of everyday people. Now, as Henry Constantine, he realize

George prepared his hunting gear for the mission to find the Hacktivist, his butler Mr. Howard entered the room with a concerned look on his face. "Young Master, I must insist that you reconsider going after the Hacktivist alone. It is far too dangerous and there is a high probability that you will be lured into a trap." Mr. Howard warned. George looked up from his gear, "I understand your worries, Mr. Howard. But I cannot sit idly while this troublemaker continues to wreak havoc on my company. I must find the Hacktivist and put an end to their schemes once and for all." Mr. Howard sighed, knowing that he could not dissuade him,"Okay, but please, be careful. The Hacktivist is a master of deception and trickery. It would be wise to have a backup." George shook his head, dismissing the butler's warning, "I have dealt with cunning adversaries before, Mr. Howard. I will be fine. Now, please leave me to my preparations." Despite hus misgivings, Mr. Howard nodded and left the room, knowi

Senator Abigail Harrison sat in her dimly lit office, plotting for revenge. The defeat in the court the other day still burned in her mind, the humiliation of her guilty verdict ringing in her ears. She had been so close to ruining George Thompson and his cousin Tristan Morris, but they had outsmarted her in the end. "This cannot stand," she muttered to herself, her fists clenched in frustration. She picked up her phone and dialed a number she had memorized long ago. It rang three times before the voice on the other end picked up. "Hello?" a deep menacing voice echoed through the line. "Cooper," she greeted coldly, "I need your services once again. I have a job for you?" Cooper was a notorious killer, known for his cold efficiency and lack of moral compassion. He had served Abigail well in the past, and she knew he would be the perfect person to carry out her plan. "What do you need?" Cooper growled, his voice dripping with malice. "I need you to kidnap George Thompson and Tris