Elijah sat in his study, the dim light casting long shadows across the room. His eyes were locked on the small tracker he’d pulled from his car.The device was sleek, professional—far too advanced to be some run-of-the-mill gadget. He knew it had to be connected to something bigger. He pulled out his laptop, connecting the tracker to a secure line. His fingers moved swiftly over the keyboard, running the signal through multiple encryption layers.As the minutes ticked by, the screen filled with information, slowly tracing the tracker’s origin.Elijah’s face hardened as the results came in.The signal led back to a syndicate—a notorious group with ties to none other than Zack Shaw and the underground network he had once ruled.It was becoming clear that this was the same group responsible for Sophia’s attack and the threats against her life.His phone buzzed, breaking his concentration. It was Doug.“Marshal,” Doug’s voice came through, calm but urgent.“I’ve been digging into the tra
Elijah stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the cufflinks on his tailored suit. His reflection stared back at him, a man ready to slip into another identity.Tonight, he would be James Hamesworth once more, playing his part to perfection to extract the information he needed from the Winters.His mind was razor-sharp, focused on the goal, but his heart held a flicker of unease.Sophia had begun to notice the growing distance between them.She wasn’t blind to the tension that lingered in his movements, the long absences he couldn’t fully explain.The accident had shaken her, but her strength was returning, and with it, her determination to help him.He knew she wanted to be part of the investigation, to fight alongside him, but he couldn’t let her.Not now, not with how dangerous things were becoming."Marshal," Doug’s voice cut through Elijah’s thoughts as he entered the room, his tone respectful as always."Everything’s set. We’ve got eyes on the event, and I’ve posted guards aroun
Elijah kept his composure despite the sudden appearance of his old military acquaintance.The man’s shocked expression lingered in the background as Elijah smoothly turned his attention back to William Winter, masking his unease with a practiced smile.Every second felt like a balancing act. His cover was still intact, but it wouldn’t take much for it to crumble.William, ever the charming host, continued to boast about his family’s growing influence, unaware of Elijah’s internal turmoil.“As you can see, we’re positioning ourselves to control a significant portion of the city’s assets,” William said with a sly grin. Elijah entered Arthur Palace in the dead of night, his footsteps quiet as he moved through the grand hall.The cryptic warning from earlier echoed in his mind, a constant reminder that he was being watched.He had always known the risks of his double life, but now it was becoming clear that the game was far more dangerous than he had anticipated.The message was specific, precise: “The closer you get to the Winters, the deeper the quicksand.”It wasn’t just a threat—it was a promise that someone, somewhere, was monitoring his every move. And worse, they were watching Sophia too.Elijah made his way to his study, where DouThe Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 59. The Cobra
The air was thick with tension as Elijah navigated the dimly lit streets of the city’s underbelly.He kept his hood low, moving swiftly through the alleyways until he reached the abandoned warehouse where the meeting with The Cobra was set to take place.It was a dangerous part of the city, one where even the bravest souls wouldn’t tread alone. But Elijah was no ordinary man, and this meeting was too crucial to pass up.The moon cast long shadows across the empty streets, and the only sounds were the occasional clink of metal or the shuffle of stray animals.Elijah’s footsteps echoed softly as he approached the entrance, guarded by two hulking figures. They nodded at him, recognizing his presence as expected.Inside, the warehouse was sparse and cold. A single flickering light bulb illuminated the space, casting eerie shadows on the rusted beams and old crates scattered around.Sitting at a table in the center of the room was The Cobra—a figure cloaked in darkness, his face obscured by
Elijah sat beside Sophia's bed, his eyes scanning her pale, motionless form.He had been monitoring her progress for days, confident that her fractures were healing and that his herbal treatments were working.But now, her condition had taken a sudden turn for the worse. Her breathing was shallow, her skin clammy, and the bruises around her injuries had deepened. "Come on, Sophia," Elijah muttered, running his fingers through her hair."You were getting better. What’s happening to you?"He tightened his jaw, feeling the weight of frustration and helplessness pressing down on him.His attention had been divided, focused on both taking down the Winters and avenging her accident, but now it seemed like his own distractions were costing her recovery.Doug knocked softly on the door before stepping inside."Marshal," he said quietly, "any change?"Elijah shook his head, his expression dark. "She's worse, Doug. I thought the treatments were working, but now... something's wrong."Doug's fa
Elijah sat in his study, the dim light casting long shadows across the room as he pored over documents and surveillance reports.The task before him was immense—he had to sabotage William Winter’s next major business move without drawing suspicion.Olivia and William were powerful, and if they caught even a whiff of his intentions, everything would unravel.Doug entered quietly, carrying a stack of reports. His face was tight with concern.“Marshal, I’ve got the intel you asked for. William Winter’s company is set to launch a massive acquisition of Lando Yale’s assets in the next week. If we want to cripple them, this is our best shot.”Doug placed the documents on the table, but his eyes lingered on Elijah, clearly worried.Elijah nodded, his mind already working out the details.“Good. We’ll make sure they don’t get close to those assets. Sabotage their plans, but make it look like a business blunder. Nothing that can lead back to us.”Doug hesitated before speaking, his voice lower
Elijah sat at his desk, the dim light of his study casting long shadows across the room.His mind raced as he sifted through files, documents, and reports.The Cobra’s cryptic message about a traitor still gnawed at him.Trust was a fragile thing, and Elijah had learned long ago that even the closest ally could turn on you.He glanced up as Doug entered the room, his face serious.Doug had been by his side through countless battles, both on and off the field.If there was anyone Elijah trusted, it was him.“Marshal,” Doug said, his voice low, “I’ve put surveillance on everyone in the inner circle, just like you asked. I’m combing through every interaction, every move. We’ll find out who’s been leaking information.”Elijah nodded, his jaw clenched. “Good. I want a full report on every suspicious activity. I don’t care who it is—we’re going to root this out.”Doug stepped forward, placing a stack of files on the desk.“There’s something else, Marshal. William Winter’s next move—it’s hap