Chapter 32
“The greatest strength is not the power to destroy, but the discipline to remain whole when everything is pulling you apart.” — Unknown The digital world was screaming. Across every screen in the Brotherhood’s Virginia headquarters, the headline flickered like a strobe light: THE BUTCHER REACHES AMERICA. Beatrice Miller stood in the central command hub, her arms folded tight across her chest, watching the grainy CCTV footage from Dulles International. She saw a blur of dark silk—a shadow that moved against the flow of the crowd. "He’s here," she whispered, a cold thrill of terror and triumph dancing down her spine. "He’s actually here." "Ma'am, we have tactical teams stationed at every known perimeter," Mr Birch stated, his voice a flat, mechanical drone. "If he attempts to breach t
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