LOGIN"Do you know David?"
She asked me. Her gaze was sincere, as if she truly wanted an answer.
"Yes, I know him," I replied, trying to sound enthusiastic.
The IV in her right hand was still attached, a sign that he hadn’t fully recovered. Fruit and flowers were neatly arranged on the table.
The room felt too big for a little girl who had once been declared missing. I was deeply curious, how could a mother stay calm as if her child had never been gone? I wondered
DAVID'S POV.........................................................................................................................................Greece was actually a beautiful place.I had spent part of my childhood here with my mother. We once vacationed in a place called Santorini, a cliffside village painted white, with blue-domed churches and the most breathtaking sunsets I had ever seen. I had even learned Greek while I was here.Later, when I returned to America, I deliberately joined Greek communities just to continue learning their language.Not only that, I had once researched the best universities in Greece and seriously considered pursuing my medical studies here.Then something terrible happened.I let go of all those plans and lost hope.“Let me drive. You can come along,” I said to Yohan, the mysterious American.I didn't even know who his family was or what city he came from. My father had dumped him here. He lived as a spy, committing crimes in other people's cou
The words hung in the air, crushing the breath from my lungs.It took only a few words to freeze me in place.David is in Greece.Greece?Greece?"I'm sure it's hard for you to understand all of this," Dr. John said.Then he trailed off.Just like a doctor stepping out of an operating room, preparing to deliver bad news to a patient's family.And I wasn't expecting anything good.A second later, Dr. John spoke."I have to save him, Hanna. He's in danger."
Back to Hanna’s POV’s..........................................................................................................................................................We opened the second file, the green one.When its hard cover was lifted, hundreds of names appeared in neat rows, field operatives (Soldiers), the masterminds behind logistics smuggling operations, black accountants who concealed the flow of billions of dollars, and even the names of high-ranking politicians and law enforcement officials who were on their payroll. Every name was accompanied by an encryption code, area of operation, loyalty status, and a designated "elimination method" should they ever dare betray the organization.We went through the files one by one, reading every name and studying the photographs attached in the upper-right corners. Some belonged to government officials; others were ordinary citizens. Each time a page turned, the rustling paper sounded like a death sentence being handed down
HARRY'S POV.The interrogation room was dead silent. There was only the confinement of windowless, gray concrete walls and the dim glow of a flickering yellowish incandescent bulb on the ceiling, casting strange, elongated shadows.In the center of the room, a rusted iron table separated two contrasting poles. On one side, a forced silence; on the other, an intimidating composure.The ticking of the mechanical wall clock in the corner sounded like the slow, constant, and demanding strikes of a judge's gavel. Faint wisps of cigarette smoke rose from a crowded zinc ashtray, dancing slowly before vanishing into the darkness of the room's corner.Liam sat leaning back in his chair. So calm. His sharp, ice-cold gaze stared straight at me without a single word. A thin smile, heavy wit
I nodded slowly, taking a deep breath before reaching for the black canvas bag, which felt far heavier than its actual size. As I unzipped it, the distinct scent of old, musty paper immediately wafted out, bringing a cold atmosphere that instantly shifted the mood of the room.Inside, the stack of folders was not neatly arranged, but rather crammed together like secrets forced into silence.At the very top lay a thick, maroon plastic folder, its surface covered in fine scratches. The pages inside consisted of printed cargo shipping manifests, fluctuating cash flow charts, and a list of aliases with red ink markings next to them, indicating who had already been "eliminated" from the system.The papers inside the red folder rustled softly as my fingers turned the first page. Each sheet was encased in a plastic protect
“Since when did you know about this place?”I asked Rose curiously. We were sitting facing the tubes inside the oven, while... not really knowing what we were supposed to do.“A long time ago. David brought me here.”I glanced at her, my look full of questions. “Why did he bring you here?”“Business. I was Dr. John’s trusted person, and Dr. John was close to me. So it was only natural that David trusted me too,” Rose replied.The atmosphere in the laboratory was peaceful. The sound of the fume hood wasn’t too loud, just a soft hum echoing faintly through the silence of the room. The white ceiling lights cast a bright glow that reflected off the stainless-steel workbenches, making the entire laboratory look clean and organized.Rows of test tubes and beakers were neatly arranged on glass shelves. Occasionally, a faint dripping sound could be heard as liquid fell into a waste collection container. The familiar scent of chemicals blended with the cool air from the ventilation system, cre
I was still clutching the bag tightly, holding it as if I never wanted to let it go. With every passing second, my curiosity grew. Rose said this bag would be very useful once we reached our destination.The question was would we even get there? Would I reach that destination when David couldn’t ev
We walked down the corridor to the very end of the building. A tall brown door stood before us. Its surface was smooth and polished, with a silver metal handle that looked cold and untouched.Slowly, Mr. Albert took out
Rose became unsettling after my last conversation with her. The change was so obvious, as if she were confirming that my suspicions were true. And yet, strangely, I felt protected. There was a side of Rose that understood the situation better than I did.
3 more Hours.I sat in front of the large aquarium, letting the bluish light from inside the tank wash over my face. The water behind the glass looked calm, shimmering softly whenever the ceiling lights reflected on its







