LOGINThe contractions returned with a vengeance at 3:17 AM, tearing through the sanctuary like an enemy assault no one could outrun. Cinthye jolted awake with a sharp, guttural cry, her hands fisting the sheets as white-hot pain radiated through her body. The quadruplets were done waiting. Damien was instantly awake, his warrior instincts kicking in. His eyes widened with controlled panic, but his movements were pure precision as he scooped her into his arms, cradling her heavy form against his chest. “It’s time,” she gasped, another wave ripping through her like lightning. “All of them—Damien, they’re coming fast! I can feel it!” The sanctuary medical wing transformed into a controlled storm of urgency. Alarms blared in measured tones. Doctors and nurses moved with military precision, holographic displays flashing vital signs. Outside the reinforced doors, the crew sprang into action. Romnick paced like a caged animal, cracking nervous jokes to hide his fear. Nicholas barked orders int
For the first time all day Cinthye laughed. A real laugh. Damien stared at her and did the same thing. His laugh was rare and beautiful. The tension broke. Just a little. Nicholas burst through the archive doors out of breath and covered in dust which was becoming concerningly normal. "What now?" The tracker looked pale. Nicholas held up a folder, a newly discovered file.One hidden beneath the adoption records. One nobody had ever seen before. His voice shook. "We found the final report." "What report?" Cinthye asks. Nicholas slowly opened the file and turned it toward them. At the top sat a photograph a photograph of Alejandro Cator standing beside another man. A man everyone recognized instantly, Sergei Volkov. Young and smiling at the camera. Brothers hand written beneath the image were four words that changed everything. PROJECT
The strategy meeting lasted until dawn every member of the crew attended including the accountant who still looked confused about his life choices. It's ok bro you're not alone even Cinthye doesn't know where this is all going but all she does is trust the process. The Shadow Matriarch pointed toward a photograph in a luxury resort located in a private island heavily guarded and impossible to infiltrate. "The target?" Nicholas nodded. "Volkov financial archives." "Why there?" Cinthye asks. It's not like it's bad to ask and it's free so might as well do it rather than letting herself remain oblivious. The tracker slid another file across the table. "Because Sergei keeps records." Damien's eyes narrowed. "Everything?" "Yes, everything." Nicholas added in confirmation "We're going." The answer came immediately from Cinthye. Damien closed his eyes already exhausted. "We?" "Yes, why did you think I'll sit down and relax while you risk your lives for the documents that contains
The guard collapsed without a sound. Their eyes remained focus on him, secretly exchanging glances. Then the sanctuary exploded."North ridge!""Take cover!""Shields up!""Move, move, move!"Hidden warriors flooded the courtyard.Wooden doors slammed shut.Ancient bells screamed across the mountains.Cinthye reached for the pistol at her waist.Damien caught her wrist immediately."Stay behind me.""Absolutely not.""Cinthye—""I'm not hiding while someone shoots at us."Another shot cracked through the valley.BANG.A stone lantern shattered beside them.Fragments sprayed across the courtyard.Master Aurelio didn't even flinch."Inside," he ordered."We're being attacked," Cinthye snapped."No," the old man replied. "We're being measured."Silence.Even Damien frowned."Explain."Aurelio pointed toward the ridge."If they wanted us dead, the second shot would have taken one of you."Another pause."They're announcing themselves."Well.That was somehow worse.---An hour later, the
For the first time all day Cinthye laughed. A real laugh. Damien stared at her and did the same thing. His laugh was rare and beautiful. The tension broke. Just a little. Nicholas burst through the archive doors out of breath and covered in dust which was becoming concerningly normal. "What now?" The tracker looked pale. Nicholas held up a folder, a newly discovered file.One hidden beneath the adoption records. One nobody had ever seen before. His voice shook. "We found the final report." "What report?" Cinthye asks. Nicholas slowly opened the file and turned it toward them. At the top sat a photograph a photograph of Alejandro Cator standing beside another man. A man everyone recognized instantly, Sergei Volkov. Young and smiling at the camera. Brothers hand written beneath the image were four words that changed everything. PROJECT PHOENIX: SUCCESSFUL SUBJECTS Standing side by side. Not enemies. Not rivals but a family. Damien slowly took the file.His eyes scanned the firs
"They'll discover who ordered Cinthye's father's murder."Silence.The room stopped breathing.Nobody moved.Nobody blinked.Nobody dared speak.Because Damien's expression had become terrifying.Not angry.Not furious.Not murderous.Worse.Empty.Completely empty.The kind of expression that appeared when a person was trying very hard not to destroy everything around them.Cinthye looked between him and her mother.Confusion.Fear.Dread.All colliding at once."What does that mean?"Nobody answered.Her pulse accelerated."What does that mean?"Still silence.Then—"Everyone out."Damien's voice was quiet.Very quiet.The room obeyed instantly.No arguments.No questions.No hesitation.







