PART 2
The three operatives fixated on the surveillance printouts. From a distance, they had silently guarded Chloe’s every milestone, dispatching birthday tokens through untraceable intelligence conduits. She represented the sole piece of humanity these dangerous men possessed.
I witnessed Leo’s jaw clench with such force I feared his teeth would fracture. Hayes’s eyes narrowed into twin slits of pure, murderous intent. Marcus deliberately removed his spectacles, his fingers quivering with an explosive, suppressed rage.
“I retrieved the wiped campus feed, Commander,” Marcus reported, his tone a lethal gravel rasp as his hands blitzed across three encrypted keyboards at once.
“The university’s main mainframe underwent a professional wipe and magnetic purge,” Marcus elaborated, cascading raw terminal code across secondary displays. “Yet they contracted rookies. I breached their primary firewalls, rerouted through an overseas proxy, and infiltrated the local provider nodes that mirrored the cloud before the wipe occurred.”
Marcus slammed the execution key. A grainy, monochromatic security stream flickered onto the main display.
A suffocating silence fell over the war room.
The camera captured a pitch-black, secluded alley behind an exclusive off-campus fraternity mansion.
Three affluent youths—Chad Kensington, Brantley Sterling, and Wyatt Holbrook—appeared in tailored designer coats. However, they were not alone. They were forcibly restraining and hauling a heavily incapacitated, semi-conscious, terrified female freshman toward the rear entrance.
“These rich kids didn’t just target Chloe by accident,” Marcus stated, his voice trembling with visceral revulsion as the footage rolled.
“This was a calculated abduction… and what’s about to play next on this screen will unleash three ruthless monsters who will stop at nothing to tear those boys apart.”
