Before the team could finalize their plans, Sean’s laptop blared an alert. It was a red warning that flashed across the screen of his laptop: “Network breach detected.” “They’ve found us!” Sean yelled, his fingers flying over the keyboard. Suddenly, the farmhouse windows shattered as drones swooped in, their blades slicing the air. Gunfire erupted outside as Council operatives descended in waves. “Move!” Logan shouted, grabbing Patricia’s hand. Terrence and Sean covered their escape, firing at the advancing operatives. “Go! We’ll hold them off!” Terrence barked. Thankfully, Alex the mercenary was still around so he had to protect Terrence who was able to get out of there in one piece. Logan pulled Patricia through the back door, weaving through the trees as bullets whizzed and fly past them. The roar of an approaching helicopter grew louder as it gets closer to them, its spotlight was sweeping the forest ever so ferociously. “They’re everywhere!” Patricia gasped for brea
At the hidden bunker, Logan paced about, his mind lost in thoughts as the others worked. Patricia was seated at a corner desk, looking over intercepted Council files, her brows furrowed with all concentration. She might not understand what was going on, as she wasn't a part of this from the beginning, but she was willing to put her smartness to work. Despite the chaos around her, she remained focused, her mind was analysing patterns in the Council’s movements. “I think I found something,” Patricia said, and continued; “They’ve activated something called ‘Protocol Obsidian’ I don't know what it is but I believe it's… not just an attack. It’s a systematic purge. Logan, they’re coming for anyone who’s ever stood with us.” Logan nodded and said; “I figured as much.” Sean looked up from his laptop, his fingers flying over the keyboard. “We’ve got movement, lots of it. Drones, troops, the whole nine yards. They’re closing in on us faster this time.” Terrence grabbed his
Days later, while the Council were mourning and regrouping, Terrence Bentley decided to go see his brother William D'Cruz in prison. The air inside the prison was tense. Terrence Bentley walked through the dimly lit corridors, his shoes echoing as he walked gently and took one step at a time. The guards gave him curious looks but stepped aside as he passed, recognizing the power of authority he carried. Finally, he reached the holding cell where his supposed brother, William D'Cruz, sat slouched on a bench looking even more pathetic than the last time they met. The man who had once been a master manipulator and Terrence’s greatest rival was now a shadow of his former self, dressed in a gray jumpsuit, his face gaunt but his eyes burning with determination.. Terrence smirked as he approached, leaning casually against the bars. “Well, well, well,” Terrence Bentley uttered, his voice filled with mockery; “Look who finally got a taste of justice. I almost didn’t believe it when
Logan folded his arms, looking deep into his father's eyes, he then said, his tone skeptical; “And you believe that?” Patricia, seated beside Logan and didn't say anything. Damon Salvatore uttered; “William is not someone who relies solely on physical resources. His greatest weapon has always been his mind. If he’s saying he’s still a threat, we should take that seriously.” Sean, leaning against the wall, chimed in. “Sorry to say this but, I have been monitoring chatter from the Council. It’s been unusually quiet lately… too quiet.” “Well, keep an eye on them, the bone of contention here is William.” Damon Salvatore retorted. “Sorry sir, the thing is, if William has connections, they might be lying low, waiting for the right moment.” Sean said. Terrence slammed his hand on the table, his voice firm and stern; “Enough. I won’t let that snake dictate how we live our lives. We’ve fought wars on multiple fronts before now, so we can handle whatever is coming.” Patricia who has
An ambulance screeched to a halt in front of a house in the Brooklyn neighborhood.A few minutes later, paramedics emerged out of the house, carrying a woman on a stretcher. She covered her face and upper body with a towel, her bare lower half stained with blood, curled up in pain.It was bustling, and onlookers quickly pulled out their phones to capture the shocking scene. Before long, various short videos from different angles were uploaded to Snap Shorts, going viral in no time.In an office, Logan had just wrapped up his workday. Feeling bored, he received a notification on his phone about the video.Driven by curiosity, he clicked to watch, seeing people speculate that the woman might have been injured during sex. Logan found it amusing and even made a crude joke in the comments about the woman's boyfriend being quite the stud.However, when he scrolled to the next video, which was nearly identical but from a different angle, he froze. He recognized the house in the footage—it wa
Logan looked at his wife lying in bed, eyes closed, occasionally furrowing her brow as if in pain. Seeing her in such a pitiful state made Logan angry and painful, and he instinctively reached out to gently touch her face. But then, the words that escaped Bethany's lips in her sleep froze his hand in mid-air. "Don't go, Troy..." she murmured, calling out another man's name even in her dreams, her hands flailing as if trying to grasp something. Suddenly, she grabbed Logan's arm, making him even more agitated, and he pulled away sharply. "Troy, don't go!" Bethany shouted in panic, then sat up abruptly. She opened her eyes, scanning the room in confusion. When she saw Logan, she froze. "T-Logan... what are you doing here?" she stammered. "Shouldn't you tell me why you're in the hospital?" Logan shot back, glaring into her eyes. Seemingly startled by his harsh tone, Bethany lowered her gaze, her eyes darting around, unsure how to respond. But after a few seconds, she seemed to gro
Bethany was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Logan to bring up divorce. She frowned and impatiently asked, "Logan, what do you want? How can you want to divorce me over something so trivial? What about your responsibilities as a man and a husband?"Bethany didn’t actually want a divorce. Although she didn’t love Logan, she thoroughly enjoyed his affection and financial support.As for Troy, Bethany loved him very much and he's wealthier than Logan. But unfortunately, Troy can't marry her.Still speaking with an air of arrogance, Bethany completely glossed over her infidelity and boldly accused Logan of lacking responsibility.Logan was incredulous at her shamelessness. "Trivial? Cheating is trivial? Cheating that leads to a ruptured ovary is trivial? Bethany, you are shameless!"Bethany shot him a disdainful glance and casually replied, "Logan, I hope you understand that even though I married you, my body still belongs to myself. You, as my husband, only have the right to use it."
“Wait, what did you just say, Hillary?” Logan’s face turned pale as he struggled to believe what Hillary had just said.Meanwhile, Hillary was happily playing with her big toy, completely unaware of the unusual tone in Logan's voice. She said sweetly, “This big Barbie was given to me by my rich daddy. Rich daddy is really nice, and I love him.”Logan’s mind went blank at her words.Taking a deep breath, he crouched down to look at his innocent daughter and seriously emphasized, “Hillary, look at me. I... I am your... father, your... only... father!” But his voice trembled slightly.Hillary seemed confused by her father's seriousness and asked, “But Mommy told me I have two daddies. She said you are the poor daddy, and the one who gave me gifts this morning is the rich daddy.”Logan’s eyes widened in shock and despair. He never expected that his wife not only betrayed him but also taught their daughter to call her lover “daddy”!If he had known this while he was in the hospital, he wou
Logan folded his arms, looking deep into his father's eyes, he then said, his tone skeptical; “And you believe that?” Patricia, seated beside Logan and didn't say anything. Damon Salvatore uttered; “William is not someone who relies solely on physical resources. His greatest weapon has always been his mind. If he’s saying he’s still a threat, we should take that seriously.” Sean, leaning against the wall, chimed in. “Sorry to say this but, I have been monitoring chatter from the Council. It’s been unusually quiet lately… too quiet.” “Well, keep an eye on them, the bone of contention here is William.” Damon Salvatore retorted. “Sorry sir, the thing is, if William has connections, they might be lying low, waiting for the right moment.” Sean said. Terrence slammed his hand on the table, his voice firm and stern; “Enough. I won’t let that snake dictate how we live our lives. We’ve fought wars on multiple fronts before now, so we can handle whatever is coming.” Patricia who has
Days later, while the Council were mourning and regrouping, Terrence Bentley decided to go see his brother William D'Cruz in prison. The air inside the prison was tense. Terrence Bentley walked through the dimly lit corridors, his shoes echoing as he walked gently and took one step at a time. The guards gave him curious looks but stepped aside as he passed, recognizing the power of authority he carried. Finally, he reached the holding cell where his supposed brother, William D'Cruz, sat slouched on a bench looking even more pathetic than the last time they met. The man who had once been a master manipulator and Terrence’s greatest rival was now a shadow of his former self, dressed in a gray jumpsuit, his face gaunt but his eyes burning with determination.. Terrence smirked as he approached, leaning casually against the bars. “Well, well, well,” Terrence Bentley uttered, his voice filled with mockery; “Look who finally got a taste of justice. I almost didn’t believe it when
At the hidden bunker, Logan paced about, his mind lost in thoughts as the others worked. Patricia was seated at a corner desk, looking over intercepted Council files, her brows furrowed with all concentration. She might not understand what was going on, as she wasn't a part of this from the beginning, but she was willing to put her smartness to work. Despite the chaos around her, she remained focused, her mind was analysing patterns in the Council’s movements. “I think I found something,” Patricia said, and continued; “They’ve activated something called ‘Protocol Obsidian’ I don't know what it is but I believe it's… not just an attack. It’s a systematic purge. Logan, they’re coming for anyone who’s ever stood with us.” Logan nodded and said; “I figured as much.” Sean looked up from his laptop, his fingers flying over the keyboard. “We’ve got movement, lots of it. Drones, troops, the whole nine yards. They’re closing in on us faster this time.” Terrence grabbed his
Before the team could finalize their plans, Sean’s laptop blared an alert. It was a red warning that flashed across the screen of his laptop: “Network breach detected.” “They’ve found us!” Sean yelled, his fingers flying over the keyboard. Suddenly, the farmhouse windows shattered as drones swooped in, their blades slicing the air. Gunfire erupted outside as Council operatives descended in waves. “Move!” Logan shouted, grabbing Patricia’s hand. Terrence and Sean covered their escape, firing at the advancing operatives. “Go! We’ll hold them off!” Terrence barked. Thankfully, Alex the mercenary was still around so he had to protect Terrence who was able to get out of there in one piece. Logan pulled Patricia through the back door, weaving through the trees as bullets whizzed and fly past them. The roar of an approaching helicopter grew louder as it gets closer to them, its spotlight was sweeping the forest ever so ferociously. “They’re everywhere!” Patricia gasped for brea
“Logan Bentley, well, he and his father who was supposed to be our ally continues to defy every expectations. Not only did they rescue Patricia Howard, but also managed to leave a facility we designed to be inescapable, they left it alive and without so much as a scratch. Yet our building fell again, that is totally not acceptable.” The woman in the sharp suit, known only as Wren, crossed her arms and leaned against the table. “The young Bentley is a problem indeed but then the bigger issue is that others are starting to believe the Council can be challenged.” Knox turned his gaze to her, he uttered; “And what would you propose, dear Wren? You failed to keep Patricia Howard under your supervision. I trust you won’t fail again.” Wren straightened, and said, “Bentley’s recklessness is his greatest weakness. He’s predictable, emotional. He’ll always prioritize his loved ones over strategy. That’s how we’ll break him.” Another Council member, a muscular man uttered; “We’ve already
Sean pointed to a live feed on the central monitor. The image was a little blurred but it was unmistakably, Patricia Howard, Logan's last shot at love. She was bound to a chair, her head slumped forward. She was out cold and blood was gushing out of her forehead, she must have put on a lot of resistance. The background was a white room room around it were flickering fluorescent lights, thus, it was hard to decipher where she was in. “They took her,” Sean said, his voice tight with controlled fury, he added; “The Council is retaliating, their plan is to hit us where it hurts.” Logan’s blood ran cold as he stared at the screen. His hands were curled into fists to the point that his nails were digging hard into his palms. “Where is she?” Logan demanded, his voice low and dangerous. Sean pulled up a map, highlighting a remote facility deep in the mountains. “Satellite intel puts her here. It’s heavily guarded—Council operatives, drones, and likely traps. They want us to come for h
Logan was quite hot headed and an idea popped into his head and he wanted to see someone in the council, someone high enough he needed to stop playing games with them. He walked towards one of the supposed Council backups and stated sternly. “Hey you, I need to speak to your director right now.” The agent hesitated and surprised that the person they were chasing would come out to the open. And since there were other people who weren't from the council members present at the scene, there was nothing he could do but say; “The Director is currently en route to another operation… she..” “I don’t care where she is,” Logan snapped, his tone brooking no argument. “Tell her it’s about Project Solace, I am sure she’ll listen.” The agent nodded reluctantly, pulling out a secure comm device. As he relayed the message, Logan felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Terrence. His voice was low, almost a whisper. “You think Haynes is clean? This is a dangerous move.” “I don’t know if she is c
It was the figure of a man, who was staring at his screen attentively, as his face illuminated the glow of the screens. Each of the monitors displayed a different angle of the now-destroyed facility, he was very much upset. On one of the screens, this man zoomed in and saw his enemies, Logan and his team as they retreated, they were barely visible due to the fire burning and the smoke. He was wearing a suit and a silver ring engraved with a strange symbol, he smirked at the sight of this. His cold, calculating eyes didn’t waver as he sipped from a glass of Hennessy. “Impressive, I must say,” he muttered to himself, spinning the glass lazily. “Logan's resilience is… is irritating, but commendable. And Terrence, oh, Terrence, just so predictable… Always predictable as always.” He pressed a button on his desk, just then a beep followed, and the voice of an assistant responded instantly. “Yes, sir?” “Deploy Unit Seven. I want Logan tracked. Leave him enough rope to play
With the atmosphere dark, the hallway seemed quite suffocating. Logan’s eyes were focused, his breath steady despite the pain in his side. He could feel his pulse in his ears, the sound of his boots echoed, each step was made with determination to end this problem once and for all. Terrence and Sean flanked him, their movements synchronized, trained, and practiced. The stakes are high now and it wasn't just disputes this was something that needed to be eradicated. This was no longer about just taking down the Council; this was about reclaiming their lives from the chaos that had consumed them for years. "Howe is up ahead," Sean whispered, his eyes scanning the corridor. Logan nodded. "Stay sharp… this is where it all comes together." They reached a large steel door at the end of the hallway, and they found out that a high-tech lock was keeping it shut. Logan didn’t hesitate, he stepped forward and signaled Sean to cover him as he placed a small device against the door an