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Four Heirs Claimed On My Babies Chapter one hundred and five
Threads of TruthThe helicopter cut through the night sky, its hum steady against the chaos Elena and her team had left behind. Vargas sat across from her, his gaze fixed on the laptop clutched tightly in Luca’s hands. “We’ve sacrificed too much for half-measures, Vargas,” Elena said, breaking the silence. “What’s your angle this time?” Vargas leaned back, his expression unreadable. “Same as always: the big picture. That laptop might hold the key to shutting down Erebus for good, but if you want to run solo ops and play vigilante, don’t expect me to clean up your messes.” “We don’t need a cleanup,” Aleksandr interjected from the corner. “We need backup. And less red tape slowing us down.” Vargas’s lips curved into a thin smile. “Backup costs trust, Aleksandr. Trust you haven’t earned.” “Enough,” Elena snapped. “Luca, what’s on that laptop? Start decrypting the rest of the files.” “I’m on it,” Luca said, already typing furiously. “The main data cache is still encoded, but I
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Shadows in the LightThe helicopter remained in tense silence as everyone stared at the screen. The name illuminated on Luca's laptop wasn’t just familiar it was unthinkable. “Elena…” Aleksandr began, his voice hesitant, “there’s no way that’s right. It has to be a plant, a misdirect.” Luca shook his head, his fingers flying over the keyboard. “The data is clean. Cross-referencing timestamps, communications logs, and financial records… It all points to one person.” Vargas folded his arms, his expression as cold as the alpine winds outside. “If this is true, we’re not just dealing with Erebus anymore. We’re dealing with betrayal at the highest level.” The name on the screen burned into Elena’s mind. Colonel James Hawthorne.Hawthorne wasn’t just any name. He was the tactical architect behind half the missions that had allowed them to chip away at Erebus over the years. He was a mentor to many on the team and a trusted ally within their ranks. “No,” Dante said, his voice risin
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The Hunt BeginsThe cold Brussels air bit at Elena’s face as the team regrouped in a dimly lit alley three blocks from the burning summit building. Emergency sirens wailed in the distance, and the glow of the fire reflected off the wet cobblestones. “We lost him,” Aleksandr said bitterly, his hand gripping his rifle tightly. “For now,” Elena said, her tone resolute. “But he’s running. And that makes him vulnerable.” Vargas stood at the edge of the group, his expression grim. “Hawthorne’s move wasn’t just an escape. Those explosions were planned. He’s tying up loose ends.” “He’s a ghost now,” Dante said, pacing furiously. “And a very dangerous one.” Luca’s fingers flew over his laptop as he worked to piece together what little data they had. “He’s not a ghost yet. I managed to trace part of the signal he used to detonate those explosives. He routed it through multiple servers, but there’s a pattern—he’s headed east.” “Elaborate,” Elena said, leaning over his shoulder. “Vi
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A Step AheadThe team huddled in a small safe house on the outskirts of Vienna, a stark contrast to the chaos they’d just escaped. Elena sat at the table, staring at the map Luca had salvaged from the safe house. The red circles marked several major cities across Eastern Europe: Budapest, Bucharest, Warsaw, and Prague. Each location had corresponding notes shipment times, code names, and other cryptic details. “This isn’t just a list of targets,” Elena said, her voice low but sharp. “It’s a schedule. He’s moving something.” “Or someone,” Aleksandr suggested, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. Luca nodded, his laptop open in front of him. “Based on these timestamps, the next stop is Budapest. There’s a cargo transfer scheduled at the river docks in less than 12 hours.” Dante shook his head, frustration evident in his voice. “How does he keep slipping through our fingers? We’ve been two steps behind him this entire time.” Elena exhaled, her fingers tracing one of the red
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Breaking PointThe air in the safe house was thick with tension as Elena leaned over the map sprawled across the table. The team’s recent discovery of the drones painted a clearer picture of Hawthorne’s operation, but it also raised the stakes. Each city marked on the map represented not just a location but a potential powder keg waiting to ignite. “We have two choices,” Elena began, her voice steady but firm. “We go to Prague and intercept the next shipment, or we take a risk and trace this data back to Hawthorne himself.” Aleksandr, seated in a worn-out chair by the window, tapped his fingers on the armrest. “Tracing him could work, but it’s a gamble. If we miss, we lose the chance to stop those drones from being deployed.” Luca chimed in, his laptop open as lines of code scrolled across the screen. “The encryption we broke gave us partial intel. I can refine it, but it’s going to take time.” “We don’t have time,” Dante snapped. “Prague is the next domino. If we let it fall,
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Shadows and SparksThe warehouse was a cacophony of gunfire, shouts, and the hum of disrupted electronics. Elena reached the control panel, her fingers working quickly to bypass the lock. Sparks flew as she used a blade to strip wires and manually override the system. “Cover me!” she yelled, glancing over her shoulder. Aleksandr and Dante held the line, precision shots keeping Hawthorne’s men at bay. Vargas flanked to the right, creating a diversion to draw attention away from Elena. “They’re closing in!” Dante shouted, emptying his clip before ducking behind a crate to reload. Elena gritted her teeth as the panel sparked to life. She accessed the drone control system, scrolling through lines of code. “Come on… come on…” she muttered under her breath. Finally, she found the command protocol. Her fingers flew over the keyboard, entering a shutdown sequence. “Got it!” she yelled, just as a bullet ricocheted off the panel, narrowly missing her hand. The drones powered down
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Fractured LinesThe safehouse was unusually quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos that had unfolded hours earlier. Elena sat in the corner of the dimly lit room, her head resting against the wall as she replayed the events in her mind. The destruction of the warehouse had been a bittersweet victory. They had stopped the drones, but Hawthorne had slipped through their grasp once again, leaving behind a trail of uncertainty and devastation. Dante walked in, tossing his empty gun holster onto the table. “You should rest,” he said, his tone softer than usual. “I can’t,” Elena replied without looking at him. Her voice was steady, but there was an edge of exhaustion. “Hawthorne’s still out there, and now we’re back to square one.” “You’re not square one, Elena,” Aleksandr said, entering the room with a steaming mug of coffee in hand. He placed it on the table in front of her. “You shut down the drones. That’s something.” Elena finally looked up. “Is it? Hawthorne’s always five steps
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Threads of FireThe helicopter swept low over the coastline, its searchlights cutting through the thick plumes of smoke rising from the destroyed dock. Hawthorne’s voice crackled over the mercenaries’ comms, sharp and commanding. "Find them. Alive if possible, dead if necessary. Do not lose the cargo. And bring me Elena." The team huddled under a jagged outcrop of rocks on the shore, their breaths uneven and muscles burning from the swim. Elena clutched the detonator tightly, her eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of movement. “Drones,” Aleksandr whispered, pointing toward the faint hum of machines in the distance. Red lights blinked against the dark sky as the drones fanned out, methodically sweeping the area. “We’ve got to move,” Elena said. “They’ll have us in minutes.” Dante wrung seawater from his hair, his voice low. “We’re outgunned, outnumbered, and down to one pistol between us. What’s the play, boss?” Elena’s mind raced. The destruction of the ship had been
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Lazarus’s GambitThe faint smirk on Lazarus’s face told Elena everything she needed to know he was about to make his move. Before she could react, Lazarus pulled a concealed device from his pocket and pressed a button. The explosion wasn’t massive, but it was enough to send a shockwave through the east wing, destabilizing the floor beneath them. Elena stumbled, barely keeping her balance as the ground cracked and splintered. Lazarus used the momentary chaos to lunge toward a hidden corridor, disappearing into the shadows. “Elena!” Dante’s voice rang through her earpiece. “What just happened? Are you okay?” “I’m fine,” she snapped, sprinting after Lazarus. “He’s trying to escape through the underground tunnels. I’m not letting him get away.” “We’re coming to you,” Aleksandr said. “Don’t!” Elena barked. “Secure the exits and neutralize the guards. I’ll handle him.” “Elena—” Luca began to protest, but she had already muted her comms, her focus narrowing to the chase. The
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The Spider’s WebThe safehouse buzzed with a tense energy as Elena finalized their plan. Luca’s work had uncovered a critical lead: Lazarus was attending a private meeting at an opulent estate on the outskirts of Paris in three days. The meeting, disguised as a charity gala, was a rare opportunity to corner the elusive mastermind. “This is our chance,” Elena said, spreading the blueprints of the estate across the table. “He’ll be surrounded by allies, security, and probably half a dozen escape plans, but it’s the closest we’ve gotten to him.” Dante frowned, arms crossed. “It’s a trap waiting to happen. He’s not stupid. If he’s showing up in person, he knows someone will come for him.” “Let him expect us,” Aleksandr countered, his deep voice calm and steady. “It’s better if he thinks he’s in control. That’s when we take it away.” Elena nodded. “Exactly. He’s too powerful to dismantle piece by piece. We take out Lazarus, and we send a message to everyone who might try to fill th
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Shadows in the AshesThe helicopter soared into the night, the fiery glow of Hawthorne's empire still visible in the distance, fading with every passing second. Elena stared out of the window, the wind whipping through her hair, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. They had won at least for now but there was a heaviness that clung to her, a weight she couldn’t place.“Are we sure we got them all?” Dante’s voice cut through the silence, his tone hard and questioning. “We got Hawthorne,” Elena replied, but even to herself, the words felt hollow. “That was the key piece.”“Maybe,” Aleksandr said, leaning forward in his seat, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “But Hawthorne was just one part of a much larger machine. You don’t just dismantle a network like that with one blow. Someone else is out there, someone with the power to rebuild it all.”Luca, his hands trembling slightly as he clutched his laptop, nodded in agreement. “I’ve been digging through his data contact
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The Trap SpringsElena’s grip on her weapon tightened as Hawthorne advanced, his calm demeanor unnerving against the chaos outside. The distant echoes of gunfire and explosions marked Dante and Aleksandr’s diversion. But here, inside the heart of Hawthorne’s empire, it felt like the world had gone eerily still. Luca glanced nervously at the planted explosives, his fingers hovering over the remote detonator. “We’ve got maybe three minutes before the backup systems override,” he whispered to Elena. “Then we make it count,” she said, her eyes locked on Hawthorne. Hawthorne stopped a few paces away, his guards raising their rifles. “You’ve been an impressive adversary, Elena,” he said, his voice dripping with mock admiration. “But you’ve misunderstood one critical thing: this isn’t a chess game where the king falls, and it’s over. I am not the king.” “Then what are you?” Elena asked, her tone sharp. He spread his arms, gesturing to the monitors. “I’m the board. The rules. Take m
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Ashes and ShadowsThe helicopter thundered through the night, the coastline shrinking into the distance. The faint glow of fire on the horizon marked where the tower had stood moments ago a temporary victory etched in destruction. But Elena couldn’t celebrate. The fourth man’s shadow loomed over her thoughts. He was still out there, waiting, watching, always one step ahead. Vargas leaned over, his expression a mixture of concern and exhaustion. “We’ve bought some time, but Hawthorne won’t stop. He’ll double his efforts after this.” Elena nodded, barely hearing him. Her fingers traced the edges of a bloodstained map she had salvaged from one of the mercenaries. It was incomplete, torn, but it bore coordinates locations Hawthorne deemed important enough to protect. Dante, slumped in the seat across from her, spoke up. “That map better lead somewhere good because we’re running out of everything—ammo, time, and options.” “It leads to answers,” Elena said, her voice firm. “We’re
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Threads of FireThe helicopter swept low over the coastline, its searchlights cutting through the thick plumes of smoke rising from the destroyed dock. Hawthorne’s voice crackled over the mercenaries’ comms, sharp and commanding. "Find them. Alive if possible, dead if necessary. Do not lose the cargo. And bring me Elena." The team huddled under a jagged outcrop of rocks on the shore, their breaths uneven and muscles burning from the swim. Elena clutched the detonator tightly, her eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of movement. “Drones,” Aleksandr whispered, pointing toward the faint hum of machines in the distance. Red lights blinked against the dark sky as the drones fanned out, methodically sweeping the area. “We’ve got to move,” Elena said. “They’ll have us in minutes.” Dante wrung seawater from his hair, his voice low. “We’re outgunned, outnumbered, and down to one pistol between us. What’s the play, boss?” Elena’s mind raced. The destruction of the ship had been
Four Heirs Claimed On My Babies Chapter one hundred and eleven
Fractured LinesThe safehouse was unusually quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos that had unfolded hours earlier. Elena sat in the corner of the dimly lit room, her head resting against the wall as she replayed the events in her mind. The destruction of the warehouse had been a bittersweet victory. They had stopped the drones, but Hawthorne had slipped through their grasp once again, leaving behind a trail of uncertainty and devastation. Dante walked in, tossing his empty gun holster onto the table. “You should rest,” he said, his tone softer than usual. “I can’t,” Elena replied without looking at him. Her voice was steady, but there was an edge of exhaustion. “Hawthorne’s still out there, and now we’re back to square one.” “You’re not square one, Elena,” Aleksandr said, entering the room with a steaming mug of coffee in hand. He placed it on the table in front of her. “You shut down the drones. That’s something.” Elena finally looked up. “Is it? Hawthorne’s always five steps
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Shadows and SparksThe warehouse was a cacophony of gunfire, shouts, and the hum of disrupted electronics. Elena reached the control panel, her fingers working quickly to bypass the lock. Sparks flew as she used a blade to strip wires and manually override the system. “Cover me!” she yelled, glancing over her shoulder. Aleksandr and Dante held the line, precision shots keeping Hawthorne’s men at bay. Vargas flanked to the right, creating a diversion to draw attention away from Elena. “They’re closing in!” Dante shouted, emptying his clip before ducking behind a crate to reload. Elena gritted her teeth as the panel sparked to life. She accessed the drone control system, scrolling through lines of code. “Come on… come on…” she muttered under her breath. Finally, she found the command protocol. Her fingers flew over the keyboard, entering a shutdown sequence. “Got it!” she yelled, just as a bullet ricocheted off the panel, narrowly missing her hand. The drones powered down
Four Heirs Claimed On My Babies Chapter one hundred and nine
Breaking PointThe air in the safe house was thick with tension as Elena leaned over the map sprawled across the table. The team’s recent discovery of the drones painted a clearer picture of Hawthorne’s operation, but it also raised the stakes. Each city marked on the map represented not just a location but a potential powder keg waiting to ignite. “We have two choices,” Elena began, her voice steady but firm. “We go to Prague and intercept the next shipment, or we take a risk and trace this data back to Hawthorne himself.” Aleksandr, seated in a worn-out chair by the window, tapped his fingers on the armrest. “Tracing him could work, but it’s a gamble. If we miss, we lose the chance to stop those drones from being deployed.” Luca chimed in, his laptop open as lines of code scrolled across the screen. “The encryption we broke gave us partial intel. I can refine it, but it’s going to take time.” “We don’t have time,” Dante snapped. “Prague is the next domino. If we let it fall,
