On that bleak morning, the hospital bore silent witness to the deep sorrow shared among Nate’s group. The air around them felt heavy, as if it, too, was burdened by the unspoken grief. The road leading to the hospital was shrouded in a thin mist, reflecting the darkness of their emotions.Nate walked with a heavy step, his head bowed, his mind filled with memories of Elias. Every step felt like carrying an unbearable weight. Beside him, Rachel walked with a vacant stare, her eyes swollen and red, the traces of tears that seemed to have never stopped since the bad news arrived.“Elias…” Rachel whispered, her voice barely audible. Every time his name crossed her mind, her chest tightened, as if something was pressing down hard on her heart. She still couldn’t believe that Elias, the friend who had become a part of her life, was now gone.Nate glanced briefly at Rachel, seeing how devastated his friend was. He felt the same deep sorrow, but Nate knew that Rachel was carrying an even heav
That night, the Eagle Eye headquarters was bathed in the dim glow of hanging lights scattered throughout the room. Behind the building, which appeared to be an old structure from the outside, was a large space with strong stone walls, filled with various advanced equipment and decorations that reflected power and dominance. Tonight, the atmosphere was different than usual. There was no tension or hustle of mission planning, only laughter and cheers echoing throughout the room.Rodrigo, the charismatic and calculating leader, stood in the middle of the crowd with a satisfied smile on his face. In his hand was a glass of liquor reflecting the light from the candles burning around him. Tonight was their first victory after a long struggle to defeat Nate and his team. And Elias, one of the strongest members of the opposing side, had become the first casualty of their plan.Sylvia, one of the senior members known for her tactical skills, stood beside Rodrigo. With her fiery red hair and sh
That morning, the city of London was shrouded in a thick fog that hung low over the bustling streets. But it wasn’t just the fog that made the city feel gloomy; the news that had just shaken the entire nation made the atmosphere even heavier. On television screens, in newspapers, and across social media, one story dominated every conversation: Alex Hughes, the controversial politician long under scrutiny for alleged corruption and ties to the underworld, had been acquitted by the court because the evidence presented was deemed invalid.James Rolling, Alex’s strongest political rival, sat frozen in his chair in his spacious yet cold office. His hands clenched tightly, his eyes staring blankly at the television screen broadcasting the news of Alex’s release. His heart seethed with anger and disappointment that he struggled to contain. All the carefully laid plans, every effort to uphold justice, had been shattered in an instant. This defeat tasted more bitter than any he had ever experi
Alex Hughes sat upright in the hard wooden chair within the cold and unwelcoming interrogation room. The air inside felt oppressive, as though an invisible weight was pressing down on his chest. He had been sitting there for hours, struggling to maintain his composure while his thoughts raced uncontrollably. His eyes were fixed on the one-way mirror in front of him, aware that behind it were officers monitoring his every move.The past few days had felt like an endless nightmare. Accusations of corruption, collusion with the mafia, and various other scandals had threatened not only his political career but also his freedom. Everything he had built over the years—the influence and power he had painstakingly acquired—seemed to vanish in an instant. And now, after all the accusations, after all the pressure he had faced, there was one thing he couldn’t understand—why was he still here? Why hadn’t he been transferred to a prison cell, as he should have been?Alex's head lifted when the do
The next morning, London was still shrouded in a thin mist, making the city feel like a world from a dream. The sky was gray, not too bright but not entirely dark either. Outside Alex Hughes's window, the morning dew made everything appear softer and more blurred. Alex sat in the living room, reflecting on all the events that had unfolded since his release. His thoughts and emotions were in turmoil, and uncertainty still loomed over his heart.As Alex sipped his morning coffee, the doorbell rang. Catherine, who was in the kitchen preparing breakfast, answered the door and saw a man in a black suit, looking neat and serious, standing outside. The man introduced himself as Benjamin and said he had an important message for Alex."Mr. Hughes," Benjamin said in a calm and official tone. "I’ve come on behalf of the person who helped secure your release. He would like you to accompany me for a private meeting."Catherine, still looking anxious, turned towards Alex. Alex stood up and approach
In a Japanese restaurant located in a quiet corner of central London, the evening's atmosphere was filled with mystery. The restaurant was known for its elegant traditional design, with soft lights casting a warm, inviting glow. The walls, adorned with carved wood, and the tatami floor added to the warmth and comfort of the place. The enticing aroma of Japanese dishes being prepared enhanced the already tantalizing ambiance.That night, the restaurant was almost entirely closed to the public. Outside, several luxury cars and escort vehicles were neatly parked. The drivers and aides who had escorted the important guests remained outside, vigilantly keeping watch. They were well aware that this was an exceptional and crucial evening.One by one, the guests entered the restaurant with confident steps. They were individuals with great power and influence: high-ranking police officers, prosecutors, judges, and media company executives. Each person wore formal attire, reinforcing their stat
The light London drizzle softly fell on the streets, glistening under the streetlights. The city, usually bustling with nighttime activity, seemed calm and deserted, adding a dramatic touch to the cold night. The house of James Rolling, an influential politician, stood grandly amidst the rain-soaked atmosphere, making everyone feel awakened from the usual busyness.Outside the house, several luxury cars were neatly parked, each accompanied by drivers and aides standing under umbrellas, waiting patiently. Behind the large front door, James, looking anxious and tense, awaited the arrival of his guests with an unavoidable sense of urgency.As Nate and his team’s car pulled up in front of the house, they stepped out with determined steps, though it was evident they were weary. The rain wetting the streets only deepened the significance of this meeting. Nate knocked on the main door, and James opened it with a serious yet welcoming expression.“Thank you for coming,” James said in a heavy
The night in London enveloped the city with cold air and relentless drizzle. Amid the quiet and darkness, an upscale Japanese restaurant glowed warmly with soft lights, indicating important activity within. The restaurant was known as a secret meeting place for the elite, due to its serene atmosphere and strict privacy.Alex Hughes, recently released from prison, was confused and uncertain about what was happening. After meeting a mysterious man named Benjamin and Edward a few days ago, he was summoned once again to a restaurant. He arrived with apprehension and heightened curiosity. As Alex entered the restaurant, he was greeted by a setting vastly different from what he had imagined. Inside, a private dining room was prepared with opulence, featuring a long table surrounded by plush chairs, elegant wooden walls, and softly glowing chandeliers. The aroma of delectable Japanese food filled the air, creating an odd contrast to the tension enveloping the meeting.Alex entered the room c