That night, as they left the luxurious art gallery, Rachel's mood was far from calm. Usually confident and in control, she couldn't shake the unease that had settled over her after meeting Armand Kessler. Nate noticed Rachel's discomfort. He knew her well enough to recognize when something was wrong. After years of working together, they could read each other without many words. As they walked towards the car parked on the corner, Nate decided to address Rachel's unease. "What's bothering you, Rachel?" Nate asked quietly, trying not to draw attention on the empty street. Rachel glanced at Nate and sighed. "Everything felt too easy, Nate. Armand Kessler... he seemed too prepared for us. Like he knew we were coming. Like he wanted us to approach him." Nate nodded, feeling something was off from the start. "I felt the same way. It’s like we’re being led. Every question we asked, he had an answer ready. He wasn’t surprised by our arrival at all. In fact, it seemed like he was expec
A few days later, at The Collector’s headquarters, the atmosphere was increasingly tense. Viktor and his team were on high alert, waiting for orders to move. The Collector knew that the time was drawing near. Nate was bound to make his next move, and when that happened, he would ensure that there was no escape for his nemesis. In the main control room, The Collector stood in front of a large screen displaying various CCTV feeds from across the city. He monitored every corner, every possible location where Nate might appear. Though he appeared calm on the outside, inside, The Collector felt a surge of anticipation—a feeling he rarely experienced during years of dangerous operations. Soon, Viktor entered the room briskly, interrupting The Collector’s thoughts. "Boss, we’ve secured the location for the trap," he reported. "An isolated building away from public view. It will be the perfect place to capture Nate and his team." The Collector nodded in approval. "Good. Make sure all acc
As Nate, Rachel, and Elias sped away from Armand Kessler's house, the tension inside the car was palpable. Although they had managed to escape from the house safely, Nate knew that the situation could change at any moment. However, he wasn't entirely worried. Their plan had been executed with great precision.Before the meeting, Nate had decided to involve a third party in their operation—the police. He carefully devised a strategy to ensure that the police would arrive at the meeting location at the exact moment when Nate and his team were already there.***A few days earlier, Nate discussed their plan with Rachel and Elias. "We can't just rely on our own abilities in this situation," Nate said at the time. "This time, we need help from the outside.""From the outside?" Elias asked, confused. "We don't have any allies left. And involving another group could be dangerous for us.""We're not going to involve another group. We're going to use the police," Nate said confidently."Are yo
The next morning, Emma Lawson sat in the living room of her luxurious yet minimalist apartment, her gaze fixed sharply on the television screen in front of her. News of the shootout between the police and a criminal group continued to play, breaking the usual morning silence she enjoyed. As the news reporter provided details about the incident, Emma merely smiled faintly, her eyes reflecting thoughts far deeper than what appeared on the surface.It had been a few days since she received orders from the Eagle Eye organization—the assassin group she served with unwavering dedication. This mission was nothing new to her; tracking and killing a target had become second nature. But this target was different. Nate, her former colleague, was more than just a target. He was someone who had once stood by her side, sharing missions and surviving together in the dark, deceitful world of blood and shadows.Emma took a deep breath, letting her mind wander back to the days when they still worked to
That night, Nate sat alone in his apartment, gazing at the distant lights of London from his window. The city had become a battleground between the forces of good and evil, and now he found himself at the forefront of this war. As he pondered how it would all end, Nate felt the weight of responsibility growing heavier on his shoulders. Once, he was merely a pawn of the organization’s higher-ups, a killer who had never failed. He had done everything, just to find peace on the day he retired. He knew that what he did was a sin, and someday, that sin might demand a payment from him. “Is this the time?” Nate muttered, questioning himself. Fighting against a great power with limited resources now seemed harder than he had imagined. But he had started all of this, and he couldn’t back down now. Morgan Ramsey was not an opponent to be underestimated. He had everything—power, money, and connections. But Nate knew that Ramsey also had a weakness. And that weakness was his ego. Ramsey alwa
In his grand office, Morgan Ramsey sat with his head bowed, massaging his throbbing temples. Everything was beginning to feel heavy for him—too many things to handle, and everything seemed on the brink of collapse. The charity auction that had been meticulously planned to raise funds for Alex Hughes' campaign was fast approaching, and the pressure to ensure the event's success was weighing on his mind. On top of that, their grand scheme to take down Alex's political rivals was becoming increasingly complex, and now he also had to deal with the threat from Nate and his team, who always seemed to be one step closer.The phone on Morgan's desk rang, breaking the oppressive silence that made the room feel even smaller. He glanced at the screen, seeing Bella's name displayed. With a heavy sigh, he picked up the phone and answered the call in a flat tone.“Bella, I want to talk about the auction,” Morgan said without preamble. "We have to cancel our previous request. A problem has come up."
In the dimly lit room, Nate stood from his chair and gestured to Rachel and Elias, who had been waiting outside. The three of them had meticulously planned every detail, and now they just needed to ensure that Armand would follow through on his promise.Rachel glanced at Armand with a watchful gaze, while Elias looked at Nate with deep respect. "Are we doing this tonight?" Elias asked firmly.Nate nodded. "Yes. We don’t have much time. Morgan will soon realize that Armand is missing, and we need to move quickly before he has a chance to cover his tracks."Rachel, always the skeptic, gave Armand another look. "Are you sure he won’t try to play us? Something still feels off."Nate gently patted Rachel’s shoulder, trying to reassure her. "I understand your concern, Rachel. But we have to take this risk. It’s the only way to expose Morgan’s grand plan."That night, under the cover of darkness, Nate and his team brought Armand to the location where all the evidence was stored. The tension
Nate sat in his team’s headquarters, a hidden room far from public view. In front of him were scattered various documents, flash drives, and CCTV recordings—all evidence they had taken from Armand Kessler. These pieces of evidence not only revealed numerous illegal transactions but also implicated Morgan Ramsey in a grand conspiracy that threatened the city of London.Nate clutched a flash drive, examining it closely. "This is enough to charge Morgan with multiple criminal offenses," he thought, though he knew the game wasn't over yet. Morgan was too smart and cunning to be caught easily. But Nate had a bigger plan. He didn’t just want to hand over this evidence to the authorities. He wanted to lure Morgan out, ensuring that the man was cornered and had no choice but to face Nate and his team directly.Rachel, sitting next to him, watched Nate intently. “You look like you’re thinking about something serious,” Rachel said, her tone curious.Nate nodded with a faint smile. “We have ever