Henry Franklin Constantine nervously sat in his seat at the wedding of his friend, Prosecutor Tristan Morris at the White House. It was held at the grand east room of the prestigious White House. He shifted uncomfortably as he scanned the room, feeling out of place among the wealthy and powerful guests who surrounded him. Henry couldn't help but feel a twinge of shame as he overheard the whispers and stairs aimed in his direction. "How did he earned his invitation?" he heard one guest mutter, nodding in his direction, "He's the son-in-law of the Wellington family who ruined the precious cake at the Royal Event.""I wonder why he's here, though, he looks completely out of place here," another commented, causing a flush of embarrassment to rise in Henry's cheeks."I heard he brings misfortune wherever he goes," said a woman who was a famous fashion designer.Just as he was about to consider making a discreet exit, Tristan appeared at his side, clapping a hand on his shoulder, "Henry,
After the horrific terrorist attack on the wedding on the White House, the sorrow and rage engulfed the prosecutor Tristan Morris because his beloved wife was tragically killed leaving an unfillable void in his life. "They took everything from me. I have to make them pay." Tristan was furious. "Tris, we need to be careful." Henry cautioned. "The CIA is already investigating this. We can't do anything that might jeopardize their work." Henry knew Tristan's pain all too well, but he also sensed a dangerous undercurrent in his determination. "The CIA??" Tristan scoffed. "They're too slow, too bureaucratic. They'll take forever to get anything done. I need to take matters into my own hands." Despite Henry's concerns, he couldn't shake the feeling that Tristan was right. The CIA had been dragging its feet for months, and the terrorists responsible for the attack remained at large. "Alright, Tris," Henry said reluctantly,"but we need to be methodical and discredit. We can't risk getting
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
President Gibson Dewey and Colonel Frederick Harris huddled with their selected group of trusted operatives, strategizing the most perilous mission of their careers. Operation Phoenix, a covert task force tasked with haunting down and eliminating the elusive terrorist known as THE SERPENT. And they are about to embark on a daring expedition into the heart of Syria. George Thompson, Prosecutor Tristan Morris, and other officers surrounded the long table to listen to the information from the president who was standing near the screen."We have intelligence that the Serpents is planning an imminent attack on American soil," The president pointed at the picture, "We cannot allow these monsters to strike again." Harris nodded grimly, "The situation is dire, Mr. President. The Serpent is a deadly terrorist with operatives scattered across the globe. But we already have assembled a team of the most elite operatives to bring them to justice."Harris nodded grimly. "The situation is dire, Mr
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
"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen," George voice echoed in the opulent boardroom of the company, his piercing gaze sweeping the room. The board members clad in impeccably tailored suits, sat in hushed anticipation. "Before we commence are usual agenda, I wish to address a matter of a grave importance."A ripple of unease spread through the room as George paced before the massive mahogany table. "Senator Abigail Harrison, a vocal critic of oir company's practices, has leveraged her political influence to introduce legislation targeting AI solutions," he announced. A chorus of concerned murmurs erupted. "She accuss us of monopolistic behavior amd tax evasion. These allegations are not only baseless but also jeopardize our company's operations and reputation." George continued. "George, this is a serious matter. We need to advise a strategy to counter Senator Harrison's attack." said by the board chairman, Roland Balfour, a wizened old man known for his shrewd intellect."Indeed." G
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
"To think that one of our own would betray us like this," George Thompson thundered, his voice echoing through the opulent boardroom. Presiding an urgent meeting and the executive table was filled with his top management team, their faces etched with trepidation. " Maya Stevens, our former programmer, jas been conspiring with our competitor, sharing our confidential trade secrets," he continued. "Unbelievable."A collective gasp rippled through the room. The implications were dire. Maya Stevens, once a rising star within the company, had resigned abruptly months earlier, citing undervaluation and a lack of recognition. "How could this happen? We have always prides ourselves on our generous compensation and employee benefits." George demanded. "Sir, we did everything we could to retain Ms. Stevens," Mr. Lowry, a senior manager explained, "We offered her a significant pay raise ans a promotion to lead our new Artificial Intelligence division." "But ut wasn't enough," another manager