In the underground headquarters of Eagle Eye, hidden beneath an old building on the outskirts of the city, a tense atmosphere filled the room. The dim lighting added to the gloomy and oppressive mood. Rodrigo, the stern and determined leader, sat in his chair facing a small window in the corner of the room. His gaze was distant, as if he was contemplating the next move after losing two key executives, Robert and Stevano.Across from him, Sylvia and Miller sat restlessly. Both were senior members of the organization, and they clearly weren't pleased with the current situation. Sylvia, a woman with long hair and a commanding presence, was the first to speak, her voice sharp."We can't keep going like this, Rodrigo," she said bluntly, staring directly at him. "How long has it been since Robert and Stevano died? We've lost two of our most important people, and we're just sitting here doing nothing."Miller, a man with a solid build, chimed in with agreement. "Sylvia's right. Robert and St

Daniel's funeral was held with deep respect and sorrow among the members of Eagle Eye and a few of their closest associates. The gray sky and cold air added to the somber atmosphere, reflecting the deep sadness that enveloped everyone present. The ceremony took place in a simple yet elegant cemetery, surrounded by trees that seemed to share in the grief.Rodrigo stood in front of the casket with a firm posture, but his face showed signs of exhaustion and grief. He wore a sharp black suit, contrasting with the gloomy surroundings. Beside him, Sylvia, Miller, and several other key members of Eagle Eye were also present, all with serious expressions that signified the weight of the loss.Rodrigo stepped forward, standing near a small podium set up specifically for the ceremony. In front of him, Daniel’s casket was surrounded by white flowers and lit candles, creating an atmosphere of respect and mourning. Rodrigo began the ceremony with a brief speech, his voice heavy and full of emotion

As the election drew nearer, and time continued to crawl, The Oracle felt the need to gather all of their allies to plan the final steps. That night, the luxurious Japanese restaurant, which had become their secret meeting place, was aglow with soft lighting and an elegant atmosphere. The restaurant was known for its distinctive interior, with elegant wooden panels, red lanterns, and smooth cypress wood tabletops. The aroma of sushi and other Japanese dishes filled the air, creating a tranquil yet attentive ambiance behind the actual bustle.Outside the restaurant, chauffeurs and aides waited patiently in their luxury cars. Meanwhile, inside, The Oracle sat at the main table, surrounded by seats for their allies. The table was covered with a variety of delicious Japanese dishes, ranging from fresh sashimi to crispy tempura. The Oracle, with unshakable calm, surveyed the room before welcoming the guests.Rodrigo, representing Eagle Eye, arrived early. He appeared serious and tense, ful

Nate and his team were at their headquarters, seated around a large table cluttered with documents and glowing laptops. The atmosphere in the room was extremely serious, with each team member working hard to dig up as much information as possible about the guests present in the secret meeting video. All eyes were focused on a large screen displaying images from the video.Rachel, who was in charge of information retrieval, typed quickly on her laptop. “I’ve identified several of the business leaders and officials who attended the meeting,” she said, showing the screen to Nate and the others. “Most of them are prominent figures in the London business and political worlds.”Nate reviewed the names and profiles appearing on the screen. Some faces looked familiar, while others were high-profile names in politics and business that they had not directly encountered before. Although they managed to identify most of the guests, one person remained a mystery—the elderly man Nate believed to be

Two weeks before the election, London witnessed the increasingly intense campaign of Alex Hughes. Cars adorned with prominent campaign logos and large banners featuring Alex's face decorated the city's main streets. Every day, Alex visited various areas in London, attending public events, and delivering passionate speeches.That morning, the sun shone brightly over London, and the streets were bustling with activity. Alex, dressed in a formal suit and wearing a broad smile, began the day with a visit to a busy local market in East End. There, he spoke with the locals, listened to their complaints, and promised to improve their economic conditions if elected. Hundreds of people gathered, most of them enthusiastically welcoming the presence of their prospective leader."I understand how difficult life is here," Alex said with a voice full of passion. "If I'm elected, I will ensure that we prioritize the local economy and create more job opportunities. Every vote you cast is a vote for a