2024-10-14 07:00:09“Woah!” Lisa exclaimed, eyeing the expensive restaurant Tedmond had brought her to. “I’ve never been to a place this luxurious before.”
Tedmond raised an eyebrow. “I thought so too.”
He led her to a table, and they both sat down. Lisa still wore the contact lenses, pretending to be Cora, but Tedmond had other plans.
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Her lips curled into a wide smirk. Her eyes glinted brightly, confidence radiating from every line of her face.But she hadn’t accounted for Marek’s second move.From the darkness of the ferns, a heavy black object, a piece of the conservatory’s own drainage piping, Marek had ripped free with his bare hands, hurtled through the air.It didn’t hit the Commander.It struck the main junction box mounted on the wall behind her.K-ZAP!A shower of blue sparks erupted, accompanied by the harsh groan of the conservatory’s failing power grid.Amber lights flickered and died.The automated turrets in the cornices gave one final mechanical whir before dropping into "power-save" mode.Total darkness swallowed the room, illuminated only by shafts of pale moonlight cutting through the jagged hole in the ceiling."Now!" Marek’s voice echoed, a ghost’s command from an unexpected direction.Tedmond didn’t wait. He vaulted over the fountain’s lip, running parallel to the Commander, keeping the stone
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Outside, the moon was a silver sliver, the wind howling against the reinforced panes.Then Marek’s eyes dropped to the fountain’s base.Water overflowed, slicking the marble beneath the Commander’s high-end tactical boots.Marek reached into a hidden pocket of his crimson cloak and withdrew a small, weighted glass sphere, a flash-bang of a different variety filled with a concentrated, pressurized gas that reacted violently with water.‘Wait for it,’ he told himself. ‘Wait for the boy to make his move.’He saw Tedmond’s posture shift.Saw the way the kid used his voice as a distraction, drawing the woman’s focus into a psychological game.Tedmond was playing the “London consultant” card again, probing for her price.Marek adjusted his grip. He wasn’t worried about the automated turrets the woman had mentioned.He knew where they were… three heat-sensitive units mounted in the cornices. He had already mapped their blind spots.His concern was the Commander’s left hand.The one aimed at
CHAPTER 648
The warehouse was a cavern of humming servers and flickering monitors, but the high-tech glow did little to warm the atmosphere.Thomas sat on the edge of a reinforced crate, his hands trembling so violently that the tablet he held rattled against his knees.“We have to call him. Albert, patch me through. Now!” Thomas’s voice was strained, cracking with an anxiety that bordered on physical pain. He looked less like a seasoned operative and more like a man watching a slow-motion disaster.“He’s been in there too long without a status update. If the Syndicate catches him, they won’t just kill him. They’ll—”“Thomas, breathe,” Albert said without looking up from his keyboard.His fingers danced across the keys, his face illuminated by a waterfall of green code.“I can’t patch you through. Even if I wanted to.”Thomas stood, pacing the tight radius of the workstation.“Why not? The signal was strong ten minutes ago! Did they jam him? Did they find the frequency?”“No,” Albert said, final
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Tedmond didn’t wait for her to finish.He knew the physics of a stationary shooter: the moment of greatest vulnerability came just after the end of a sentence.In one explosive motion, Tedmond hurled himself backward, using the weight of his sodden velvet coat to slam into her while simultaneously diving toward the churning water of the fountain. It was a gamble measured in milliseconds.He heard the splash.Felt the cold shock of the water.But he didn’t hear a gunshot.Instead, as he rolled through the waist-deep basin and scrambled to his feet, water cascading from his silver mask, he found himself staring down not one, but two barrels.The woman had stepped back with a dancer’s grace. Her primary weapon remained leveled at his chest, while her left hand had drawn a compact suppressed pistol from a thigh holster, aimed precisely at the spot where Marek had been crouching.“I said,” she repeated, her voice stripped of all amusement, “don’t move.”Tedmond stood dripping, the weight
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CLICK.The sound was small, but in the cold silence of the conservatory, it carried the weight of a death sentence.It was the unmistakable mechanical snap of a hammer being drawn back on a semi-automatic, a sound Tedmond had heard a thousand times in training, but never with his own life balanced so precisely on its edge.Tedmond froze.Every muscle in his body locked into rigid, vibrating tension.How?The question screamed through his mind, louder than the rushing water of the fountain.He was a Washington. He had been trained by Marek, the finest hunter the Syndicate had ever produced. For five years, he had lived in a world where the snap of a twig or the shift of a shadow triggered a lethal response. He had crossed the cliffside, the ballroom, and the VIP lounge with the instincts of a predator.Yet he hadn’t heard a footfall.Hadn’t felt the displacement of air.No perfume.No rustle of silk.No measured breath.It was as if the person behind him had condensed out of the humi
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The Adjutant’s grip on the tablet tightened until his knuckles turned white.As he listened to Tedmond, his eyes tracked him from head to toe, searching for familiarity in the cut of the suit, the quality of the fabric, the subtle tells of belonging.There were none.He couldn’t place him, couldn’t place the voice, the posture, the confidence.And yet, from the way Tedmond spoke, the Adjutant was certain of two things: Tedmond was not one of them… and he was far from ordinary.‘He mentioned Washington, the man thought uneasily. ‘Is he part of that family?’“The network is isolated!” the Adjutant finally snapped. “We switched to physical tablets specifically to avoid—”“Because you’re afraid,” Tedmond cut in smoothly.“But physical tablets leave physical fingerprints. Do you really want to be the man who handed the keys to the Gilded Cage to a ghost because you were too proud to let a specialist verify the encryption?”The Adjutant hesitated.His eyes flicked to the tablet, then back t
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