Noel Anderson, CEO, was dead. Noel Anderson, the fugitive, was born in the pre-dawn shadows of a regional bus terminal, smelling of stale coffee and desperation.
He had walked away from the city with a single, battered duffel bag containing minimal cash, burner phones, and the profound, cold satisfaction of knowing Henry was finally cornered. Now, as he rode the endless, grinding route of public transport, Noel’s focus was entirely external, a constant, multi-layered threat assessment.
He utilized a small, secured tablet, constantly refreshing the global news streams. The chaos he had unleashed was magnificent: Henry Anderson was officially listed as a global fugitive, wanted by Interpol and the Department of Justice. Victoria Hayes was confirmed to be at large, sought for questioning
