"Marshal, you might want to see this," Doug said, crouching near the dusty remains of a desk in the abandoned estate. His voice held an uncharacteristic seriousness that caught Elijah’s attention immediately.Elijah stepped closer, his boots echoing against the hollow wooden floor. "What did you find, Doug?"Doug held up a faded parchment, its edges frayed and brittle. "Some kind of coded message. Looks like whoever was here wanted to keep their secrets buried."Sophia joined them, her eyes narrowing as she peered at the paper. "A cipher. These markings... they match some of the patterns I saw in The Warden's documents. This estate must have been more than just a hiding place."The team had been searching the abandoned Quinn family estate for hours. The building, a decrepit shadow of its former glory, was filled with the scent of mildew and forgotten time. Dust-coated chandeliers hung from the ceiling, swaying slightly with the breeze."Do you think the Quinns were funding The Warden?

“They call it the ‘Pulse,’ Marshal,” said Dr. Everett, his voice trembling as he slid a set of blueprints across the table. The scientist was pale, his eyes darting nervously around the dimly lit safehouse. “It’s unlike anything I’ve ever worked on before.”Elijah studied the blueprints with sharp eyes, his jaw tightening as he understood the implications. The schematics showed a massive device capable of emitting an electromagnetic pulse strong enough to cripple Evendore’s infrastructure.“Why would they create something like this?” Sophia asked, leaning over Elijah’s shoulder to get a better look.“To control everything,” Dr. Everett replied, his voice barely above a whisper. “If they activate it, every communication, every defense system—gone. They’ll have the city in the palm of their hand.”Elijah looked up, his gaze piercing. “Where is it?”Dr. Everett hesitated, his hands shaking. “They’ve hidden it in a remote facility outside the city. But it’s heavily guarded. You won’t get

“Everyone knows the plan, right?” Elijah whispered, his voice steady but firm. Doug nodded, adjusting his gear. “Yes, Sir. Get in, grab the intel, and get out. Easy.” Sophia gave him a sidelong glance. “Easy? You really think this is going to be easy?” Doug smirked. “I like to stay optimistic.” The team moved silently through the dense forest surrounding the Quinn family’s fortress. The air was heavy with tension, every rustle of leaves making them pause. In the distance, the towering fortress loomed, its walls bathed in the glow of searchlights. Elijah held up a hand, signaling the team to stop. “Guards ahead,” he said softly. They crouched low, observing two armed men patrolling the perimeter. Sophia leaned toward Elijah. “We need a distraction.” Doug grinned, pulling a small device from his pocket. “Leave that to me, Sir.” Elijah gave a curt nod. “Keep it quiet.” Doug activated the device and tossed it a few meters away. It emitted a faint, rhythmic beeping. The

“Is this what it’s all come to, Marshal?” Meredith’s voice rang out over the battlefield, amplified by the speakers of the Quinn family’s stronghold. “You think you can dismantle a legacy like mine with brute force?” Elijah stood at the head of his army, his gaze steady as he surveyed the towering fortress ahead. Beside him, Sophia tightened her grip on her weapon. “Your legacy is built on lies and blood,” Elijah replied calmly. “It ends today, Meredith.” Doug stepped forward, scanning the defenses with his keen eye. “Marshal, they’ve fortified the southern wall, but it’s a bluff. Their real weakness is in the eastern flank. If we hit hard and fast, we can break through.” Elijah nodded. “Then that’s our approach. Signal the resistance to move into position. We’ll divide their forces and take them down piece by piece.” Sophia looked at him, her eyes filled with determination. “I’ll lead the eastern charge. They won’t see it coming.” Elijah hesitated for a moment but then ga

“Marshal, you’re going to want to see this,” Doug said, stepping into Elijah’s office. He carried a folder under one arm and a knowing smirk on his face. Elijah looked up from his desk, his expression calm but curious. “What is it, Doug?” Doug placed the folder on the desk, flipping it open to reveal several grainy images and reports. “Remnants of the Quinn family’s technology. We thought we got it all, but it looks like some of it is in the hands of rogue factions. They’ve been popping up in smaller regions, causing trouble.” Elijah’s jaw tightened as he examined the photos. “More fallout from their empire. It never ends, does it?” Doug leaned against the desk, his tone light despite the grim subject. “With families like the Quinns, there’s always a mess to clean up. But hey, at least we’re good at it.” Elijah gave a small chuckle, shaking his head. “You have a unique way of looking at things, Doug.” Doug grinned. “It’s a gift, Sir.” ...Meanwhile, Sophia stood on the b