chapter 5
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That night was quiet.
Only the ticking of the antique wall clock echoed in the air.
Daniell sat in his study, rereading the latest report from the southern wing — his eyes were tired, but his mind stayed alert.
> Tap. Tap. Tap.
Footsteps.
Soft… but heavy enough to make every nerve in Daniell’s body tense.
In one swift movement, Daniell grabbed the silver Ambrosio dagger from beside the desk—
And—BAM.
The dagger shot through the air and PIERCED the outer office door, embedding itself just inches from Rahim’s head the moment he opened his mouth.
Rahim and lutfan froze, eyes wide.
The dagger still vibrated—buried deep into the wood, like the door itself had a stopped heartbeat.Daniell sat back at his desk, arms crossed over his chest.
Rahim and Lutfan stood stiffly in front of him, sweat trickling down despite the air conditioner set at 18°
Daniell raised an eyebrow slightly. His voice calm—too calm.
> “Why are you late?”
Rahim swallowed hard.
“I… I was checking the weapons stock just now, Sir Daniell.”
Tabby, who had been standing near the window, turned slowly.
> “Weapons stock?”
Rahim nodded.
“Yes, Senorita. There’s… a shortfall. The numbers don’t match the log.”
Daniell didn’t blink.
“How much?”
> “Three crates of AKs.
Two crates of 9mm Hollow Point ammo.
And one…”
His voice dropped.
> “...crate labeled ‘Ambrosio – Special’.”
> BAM!
Tabby set her glass down hard on the table.
> “That’s not regular stock.
The ‘Special’ crate is only used for high-level ops.
Who touched it?”
Lutfan opened his tablet and slid a file forward.
> “Logistics staff said they just followed a system request.
But when we checked the ID…
that code doesn’t exist in the official server.”
Daniell still didn’t speak.
But his finger began tapping the table—once, twice, three times.
A silent countdown.
A signal he was deciding who should die first.
Tabby broke the silence.
> “If that code doesn’t exist, that means someone on the inside created ghost access.”
> “And if three crates of AKs are missing…
this isn’t a ‘loss’ we’re talking about.
It’s a betrayal.”
Daniell finally looked up and fixed his gaze on Rahim.
> “Did you check the CCTV?”
> Tabby stood in front of the large screen. Her finger hovered over the list of missing weapons.
> “Dani… these aren’t your average black market weapons.”
Her voice lowered.
> “That crate was meant for military use. And special police ops.”
Brian and lutfan fell silent.
Tabby turned to face them all.
> “If these weapons end up in enemy hands, an entire district could fall.
If they end up in the hands of those who are supposed to protect us—
we all become scapegoats.”
Daniell stayed still. Calm. But his pupils contracted.
He stepped closer to Tabby, and in a voice so soft only she could hear, he whispered into
Rahim shook his head.
> “The hard drive’s missing.
The storage center had a blackout last night—systems were down for 17 minutes.”
Daniell gave a crooked smile. But it wasn’t kind.
> “Funny.
People who don’t want to be seen…
always know how to vanish in 17 minutes.”
He stood slowly, picked up a small pistol from the desk, and spun it around his finger.
> “Run the staff list.
I want the names of everyone who clocked in and out during that window.”
Tabby added, voice like silk dipped in
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> Tabby stood frozen in front of the small screen.
Her fingers raced across the keyboard, eyes scanning line by line—
until a single name appeared:
> 📍Live Location – Mexico City, Zona Roja
IP owner: “Tengku Natalia Dyer.”
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Chapter 7.1: The Name That Shouldn’t Exist
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> The jet landed with a smooth jolt on the Mexico City runway.
Tabby and Daniell descended the jet stairs, met by a grizzled man with salt-and-pepper beard — Salvador Cortez, a former La Munición field fighter.
> “She’s here,” Salvador said. “But not alone.”
Daniell raised a brow.
> “Who’s with her?”
Salvador tapped on his table
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> The jet landed with a smooth jolt on the Mexico City runway.
Tabby and Daniell descended the jet stairs, met by a grizzled man with salt-and-pepper beard — Salvador Cortez, a former La Munición field fighter.
> “She’s here,” Salvador said. “But not alone.”
Daniell raised a brow.
> “Who’s with her?”
Salvador tapped on his tablet—showing grainy footage from an underground penthouse surveillance feed.
A woman stood by the glass window.
> Tengku Natalia Dyer.
> Tabby held her breath.
“Dani… she didn’t run. She waited.”
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> In the sealed chamber, Daniell and Tabby entered with weapons drawn.
Natalia turned slowly. No fear. No surprise.
> “You came,” she said.
Daniell’s voice was calm.
> “You used restricted codes. You accessed classified ops. You know what that means… if you’re guilty.”
> Natalia stepped forward and handed over a small thumb drive.
“Download this. Then decide.”
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> Tabby slotted the drive into a portable decryption screen.
> Accessing...
> Decryption Complete.
> Subject: ISKANDAR
ID Code: Shadow-Class Operator
Last Access Point: Wolf Group Server Room (via ghost IP)
Target: Ambrosio Legacy – Full Erase Protocol
Daniell read it—his lips didn’t move,
but his hand tightened around the grip of his weapon.
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Natalia spoke:
> “I wasn’t stealing intel. I was tracing the ghost trying to wipe us out. And that name came up…”
> “Iskandar. A man who disappeared years ago.
But according to the system—he never died.”
> Tabby clenched her jaw.
“We’re chasing a ghost that… shouldn't even exist.”
> Daniell stared at the final screen:
📍Next Location: Madrid.
He turned to Natalia and Tabby.
> “Put on your gloves.”
> “Whoever wants to erase our names from history...
will become history first.”
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