THE EXTINCTION AGENDA

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Everett, Washington D. C.

1906 hours.

April 26th.

As the van raced through the bustling crossroads, its sirens wailing in a chaotic symphony, Crowne couldn't ignore the sense of electrifying anticipation that seemed to wrap the city in a captivating haze. He observed this from the narrow window within the bay he occupied Carles.

In the depths of his thoughts, a notion popped up – the City had grown weary of the nefarious deeds of a tainted and dishonest Sheriff, or so he surmised.

After some minutes, the panel van changed direction, finding itself amidst a tranquil neighborhood, far removed from the exuberance of the unruly thoroughfares. The prevailing serenity of this new territory did not escape his notice.

Amidst his ruminations, his musings turned to Clara and Lucille. He acknowledged the suffering he had inflicted upon them, a toll he deemed necessary to uphold the revered principles of law and order in the grand tapestry of existence.

While he was engrossed in a pensive ma