The Walker Enterprises skyscraper stood tall and cold in the early morning light, a glass giant that now felt more like a prison than a place of business. To Jason and Leah, it was enemy territory. Somewhere inside, Andrew's office hid the truth and they were about to dig it out.They had spent the last day preparing, fueled by what they had read in Richardâs journal. The words âPhase Two Activationâ haunted them. Whatever it meant, it was dangerous, and it was close.Just before sunrise, while the city was still half-asleep, they made their move.Jason dressed like a cleaning supervisor bright vest, fake ID badge, mop bucket and all. He slipped through the front lobby with practiced ease. Leah followed, dressed in black, staying out of sight. Maya had given them a security override key, which Leah used to silently unlock a side gate.The building was quiet. Their footsteps echoed in the empty halls.Jason led the way, avoiding cameras and guards, guiding Leah through back stairwells
The strange metal card lay on the hospital floor, shining under the dim lights. It had a triangle inside a circle a symbol that now haunted Jason. It wasnât just a warning. It was a message. âThe Architectâ had been there, watching, waiting. He had planned everything. Even Richardâs collapse was part of the show.Jason, still on the hospital roof, stared at the card as the wind howled around him. He knew he had to move. Leah was still inside, fighting to buy him time. He couldnât let her efforts go to waste. And he had to protect Richardâs journal the only real lead they had.He climbed down to a lower level, found a service door, and slipped into the hospitalâs empty back corridors. The distant sound of alarms and sirens told him that the chaos had spread. Security would be all over the place soon. He needed to disappear.Back inside, Leah fought like a storm. She took down one masked man with a sharp elbow to the jaw and used his body to block the other. Andrew, still bleeding from
The flatline of Richard Walkerâs heart monitor filled the room like a scream. It was the only sound after Andrewâs cold words:âYou walked into my trap, Jason. And now, youâve killed Father.âJasonâs anger boiled over.âI didnât kill him! He was telling me the truth about you, about âThe Architectâ!âHe held Richardâs journal tightly, as if it were on fire in his hands.Andrew gave a cold smile.âTruth? He was a weak old man. His secrets mean nothing now. Give me the journal, Jason.âLeah kept her gun aimed at Andrew.âWe know everything about âThe Architect,â about David, and about jasonâs mother.âThe mention of his mother made Andrew flinch. For a second, he looked afraid. Then he quickly hid it.âHis motherâs death was an accident,â he said stiffly. âAnd David drowned. Thatâs what the police said.âHe sounded calm, but his voice shook slightly.Leah didnât stop.âArthur Finch told Jason the truth. Your men killed him. Just like âThe Architectâ made Davidâs death look like an accid
The cold Miami night gave no comfort as Leah and Jason walked toward the Walker Medical Center. The tall glass building, once a symbol of hope, now looked like a dark tower, hiding dangerous secrets. Andrewâs secret transfer meant they had to act fast. They had to reach Richard.They parked their rental car several blocks away and walked the rest of the way. Leah wore dark, simple clothes and had tied her hair back. A pair of glasses helped hide her face. Jason wore plain clothes too, with a baseball cap pulled low over his eyes.âWeâll go in through the loading dock,â Jason whispered, pointing to a ramp behind the hospital. âThereâs only one security guard, and heâs usually old and distracted. We can avoid the main cameras.âThey followed their careful plan. Leah moved ahead, quiet and smooth like a shadow. She watched the guard reading a book and slipped past him. With a small device, she turned off a motion sensor. Jason followed behind, heart racing with fear and adrenaline.They
A few hours later, the Airbnb was quiet except for the soft hum of the internet. Maya, far away but connected through the screen, was digging into the dark story of Evelyn Davies and the man they called âThe Architect.â Jason and Leah, tired and sipping cold coffee, watched closely. The cursor on the screen moved fast, showing Maya was deep in the digital world.Maya was like a ghost online. Her fingers flew across the keyboard as she searched through old records, gallery files, and rare social listings. At first, everything about Evelyn Davies looked normal: she was a talented artist, gave money to charities, and was a loving wife and mother. But then, things started to change.âOkay,â Maya said through the speaker. âEvelyn was part of a small art group when she met Richard Walker. They made art to talk about problems like poverty and injustice. Davidâs mom, Sarah Williams, was also a supporter of that group.âJason sat up. âDavidâs mother? So they knew each other?ââProbably from th
The triangle inside a circle glowed faintly under Leahâs flashlight. Etched into the rock, it felt like a warning like a silent message from someone who had been watching all along. Jason stared at the strange symbol, then at his motherâs silver locket. The initials âMâ and âDâ stared back at him like a puzzle he couldnât solve.âThis symbol,â Leah whispered. âItâs âThe Architectâsâ mark. It confirms everything. He was behind the disappearance of that journalist⊠and now, heâs involved with David. He doesnât just kill people, he erases them.âJasonâs grip on the locket tightened. âHe erased my brother. And now heâs erasing the truth about my mother. She didnât die in some accident. She was connected to all of this.âThe sound of the ocean waves returned as the tide crept in, reminding them they were exposed. They couldnât stay. Whether it was âThe Architectâsâ men or early beach goers, someone could find them. They hurried back through the dark streets and drove in silence to the Airb