Katherine opened her Macbook Pro laptop, displaying a series of documents and photos. “Project Rebirth began in 1989 as a secret program to create elite agents. Not through conventional training, but through... genetic modification from the womb.”
Leo scanned the photos that popped up on the screen - state-of-the-art laboratories, cutting-edge medical equipment, and familiar faces. Including a photo of a young Charlotte in a lab coat. “Charlotte is the chief genetic researcher,” Katherine continued. “She had no idea that her research would be used for... other purposes. Marcus manipulated her data, altering the results of experiments without her knowledge.” “And when she found out the truth...” “She tried to stop him. But Project Rebirth had gone too far. There was too much money and power involved.” Katherine typed something, opening a new file. “And then, she got pregnant. Marcus saw an opportunity.” A scanned medical document appeared on the screen. “My DNA... perfect for this program. Charlotte has unknowingly carried the first 'prototype' of Project Rebirth.” Leo felt sick. “They used my own daughter as an experiment?” “And it worked,” Katherine smiled bitterly. “I grew faster, stronger, with above average cognitive abilities. But there were side effects they didn't take into account.” “What?” “Empathy.” Katherine gave Leo a sharp look. “They couldn't erase my humanity completely. And the more I understand about myself... the more I hate them.” The sound of the elevator made them both turn their heads. The doors opened, and Amara stepped inside. She looked different - more fragile, but also more... human. “Sorry to interrupt,” she said quietly. “But we have a problem. Marcus is moving faster than expected.” Katherine accessed the city's CCTV on her laptop. In various corners of Sydney, black-clad teams were on the move. “He's mobilizing all his assets.” “That's not all,” Amara pulled out her phone, showing a news article. “Senator Williams was found dead an hour ago. Marcus cut all connections.” “Clean slate protocol,” Katherine swore under her breath. “He'll erase all evidence and witnesses. Including us.” Leo stood up, walking to the window. Below, the lights of Sydney began to turn on one by one, creating a sea of light that hid the danger behind it. “We need a plan,” he said. “And I have a crazy idea.” Katherine raised an eyebrow. “How crazy?” “Marcus wants to erase the evidence?” Leo turned around, his eyes flashing. “Let's give him a show he'll never forget.” In the next three hours, they devised a plan. Katherine accessed the intelligence network, Amara broke into the security system, and Leo... Leo used his old connections in the police force. “Opera House?” Amara asked hesitantly as Leo explained his plan. “Are you sure?” “Think about it,” Leo pointed to a digital map of Sydney. “The annual charity event is tomorrow night. All the city's elite will attend. Media. Tight security. The last place Marcus would expect us to be.” “Or the first place,” Katherine chimed in. “But that's the point, isn't it? We're not hiding. We're luring him out.” Leo nodded. “And this time, we're calling the shots.” Amara opened her designer bag, pulling out three VIP invitations to the charity gala. “Courtesy of Marcus' private safe. He won't suspect his own invitations are being used against him.” “Perfect,” Katherine smiled. “But we need more than just invitations. We need...” she looked at Amara meaningfully. Amara sighed. “Backup plan. I understand.” She pulled out a special cell phone, sending a short message. “Gabriel will help. To make amends.” “Gabriel?” Leo frowned. “Isn't he-” “Double agent,” Katherine explained. “Worked for my organization from the beginning. Loyalty can be bought... for the right price.” Leo shook his head slowly. In the past 24 hours, everything he believed in had been turned upside down. An enemy became an ally, a traitor became an ally, and the daughter he never knew appeared with a plan of revenge. “There is one more thing,” Katherine said seriously. “The data on that flash drive... there's something you should see.” He opened the encrypted file, displaying a series of photos and documents. Leo and Amara bent down to get a better look. “Oh God,” Amara whispered in shock. On the screen, there was evidence that Project Rebirth didn't stop with Katherine. There were dozens of other children. Dozens of successful 'experiments'. And Marcus... Marcus had been building his own private army for years. “They're like me,” Katherine said quietly. “Programmed from birth. But not all managed to retain their humanity.” “Which means tomorrow night...” Leo did not finish his sentence. “Yes,” Katherine nodded. “We're not just fighting Marcus. We're fighting the perfect army of assassins he created.” Amara sat limply on the sofa. “How can we possibly win?” “By revealing the truth,” Leo answered firmly. “In front of everyone. There's no hiding place for Marcus this time.” Katherine closed her laptop. “Then it's settled. Tomorrow night, at the Opera House, we put an end to all this.” “Or die trying,” Amara added. Leo looked out the window once more. Night had fully descended on Sydney, bringing a darkness that either hid victory or destruction for them. Tomorrow night, all the cards would be revealed. And this time, there was no room for error. While Katherine and Amara prepared the final details of their plan, Leo walked onto the veranda of the luxurious penthouse. The Sydney night air hit him in the face, carrying the salt scent of the harbor. In the distance, the Opera House stood proud, its lights reflecting in the dark water of the bay. The sound of high heels tapping on the marble floor behind it. Katherine joined him on the veranda, handing him a fresh glass of bourbon. “Nervous?” she asked, leaning against the railing. “Not sure that's the right word,” Leo took a sip of his drink. “How does it feel... to see me after all this time watching from afar?” Katherine was silent for a moment. “Complicated. I have a thousand scenarios in my head about this meeting. But the reality...” she smiled faintly, ”is much more interesting.” “You look a lot like your mother,” Leo said softly. “The way you talk, the way you analyze situations...” “But I have your temperament,” Katherine added. “And your penchant for crazy plans.” They chuckled. For a moment, they were just father and daughter trying to get to know each other. Not pawns in Marcus' dangerous game. “Something's still bothering me,” Leo finally said. “Why is Marcus so obsessed with Project Rebirth? What is he getting out of all this?” Katherine took a sip of her bourbon before answering. “Immortality, in a way. Not in the literal sense, but...” she pulled out a tablet from her pocket, showing a series of data. “Look at this genetic pattern.” Leo scanned the complicated graphs on the screen. “I'm not a geneticist.” “Simplified version? Marcus used Project Rebirth to create a more 'perfect' generation of humans. Stronger, smarter, more... obedient. An army of perfect soldiers, with him as the architect of humanity's next evolution.” “God complex,” Leo snorted. “More than that,” Amara's voice interrupted from the porch door. “He truly believes that he's saving humanity. In his sick mind, he's a hero.” Katherine nodded. “Classic narcissistic megalomaniac. But with the resources and technology to realize his fantasy.” “And tomorrow night...” Leo looked at the Opera House once more. “Tomorrow night we crush his dreams,” Katherine finished. “In front of all the people he's been trying to manipulate all this time.” Amara joined them on the veranda, carrying a laptop. “Gabriel has confirmed his position. He'll be taking over the Opera House security system when the gala starts.” “And the backup team?” Katherine asked. “In position. Serena and her specialized units are already spread around the venue. They'll move as soon as there's a signal.” Leo frowned. “Serena?” “Another sister,” Katherine smiled at Leo's surprised expression. “Well, half-sister to be exact. One of Project Rebirth's 'experiments' who managed to retain her humanity. Like me.” Suddenly, Katherine's tablet beeped. An urgent notification. “What is it?” Amara asked anxiously. Katherine read the message on the screen, her face hardening. “Marcus just activated the Omega protocol.” “Meaning?” “He's calling home all his 'children'. All the results of Project Rebirth.” Katherine showed a map with dozens of red dots moving towards Sydney. “They're all coming here.” Leo felt a chill that had nothing to do with the night wind. “How many?” “Thirty-seven,” Amara answered, reading the data. “All elite operatives. All trained to kill.” “Perfect,” Katherine smiled instead. “Exactly as planned.” Leo and Amara gave her a puzzled look. “Think about it,” Katherine explained. “Marcus gathered all his assets in one place. All his cards on the table. And once the truth is revealed in public...” “They will turn against him,” Amara finished, beginning to understand. “Because not all of them have lost their humanity completely.” Leo shook his head in amazement. “You really are your mother's daughter.” Katherine smiled, but there was sadness in her eyes. “Let's hope I inherited her brains and your luck. Because tomorrow...” she looked at the Opera House glistening in the darkness, ”we're going to need both.” In the distance, the sound of police and ambulance sirens could be heard. Sydney was unaware of the storm that would hit tomorrow night. But Leo, standing on that luxurious veranda with his newfound daughter and the woman who once tried to kill him, knows that this city will never be the same again. Tomorrow night, all the sins of the past will be revealed. And the price to pay... may be too high to count.Related Chapters
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