"Global markets in freefall as Rodriguez Protocol implementation continues its cascade." The news broadcast flickered across the safehouse's secured screens, financial analysts worldwide struggling to explain the unprecedented collapse. Eighteen hours since Protocol activation. Seventeen hours since Alex Rodriguez had become the most vilified name in financial history. Alex watched the chaos unfold from the underground facility's command center, his expression unreadable as trillions in market value evaporated with each passing hour. Beside him, Sonia monitored secondary communications networks, tracking Visentin response patterns with tactical precision. "They're mobilizing resources faster than we anticipated," she observed, her fingers dancing across secure interfaces with enhanced efficiency. "Private security forces are being deployed to financial centers across three continents." "Not looking for us," Alex noted, billionaire perception cutting through tactical noise. "Th
"System access granted. Protocol initialization sequence requires biological verification." Carlos slid a polished, jet-black device across the vault's authentication console toward Alex. Its surface gleamed with embedded neural interfaces—technology decades beyond what the public knew existed. Not Rodriguez Corp's commercial offerings but something far more advanced, developed in laboratories whose existence violated international regulations. "Place your hand on the surface," Carlos instructed, his regal composure momentarily giving way to paternal concern. "It will establish neural resonance with your implant." Four minutes until security breach. Three minutes, fifty-eight seconds until the Rodriguez legacy would be forever redefined. A heartbeat of hesitation as Alex looked to Sonia—the woman who had become his conscience when wealth and power threatened to corrupt his own. "I'm right here," she promised, her fingers squeezing his arm with steadying pressure. The gesture c
The Rodriguez authentication system murmured with completion as Alex stared at his father, the revelation about his neural implant still reverberating through him like an aftershock. Security protocols bathed the banking hall in pulsing blue light, casting long shadows across faces he thought he knew. "What exactly did you put inside me?" Alex demanded, his voice dangerously calm. Beside him, Sonia's presence was the only thing preventing him from lunging at his father. "How long have I been carrying something I never consented to?" Carlos's refined features betrayed nothing, a lifetime of corporate warfare having perfected his mask. "A safeguard. One that's kept you alive without your knowledge." "That's not an answer," Sonia interrupted, her fingers tightening protectively around Alex's. "Not the kind he deserves." Geneva stepped forward, her Rodríguez elegance momentarily eclipsed by genuine maternal concern. "The enhancement contains a quantum encryption key," she explaine
The Commission systems hummed with activity, bathing the nineteenth-century banking hall in soft blue light. Alex stood frozen between his parents, the weight of legacy pressing more heavily than the billions his name commanded. His eyes sought Sonia's across the room—her presence the only certainty in a world crumbling beneath carefully constructed lies. "You never intended to stop the implementation," Alex said, his voice hoarse with betrayal as he stared at his father. The man who had shaped his destiny without permission. The man whose approval he'd spent a lifetime chasing. Carlos Rodriguez moved with deliberate grace, silver-streaked hair and tailored suit embodying old-world wealth that had never been enough to win his son's heart. "Stop it?" Carlos's laugh echoed against the vaulted ceiling. "My son, I've spent years ensuring it would happen." Alex felt the familiar ache bloom in his chest—the wound that had never healed despite all his success, all his billions. The d
The ancient banking hall beneath Zurich's Commission building stood suspended in time—nineteenth-century grandeur preserved beneath modern infrastructure like memory embedded in neural architecture. Marble columns rose toward vaulted ceilings where faded murals depicted financial prosperity with classical optimism the modern world had long abandoned. Alex entered through maintenance access Rodriguez's security deemed inefficient for enhanced surveillance, his footsteps echoing across polished stone that had witnessed centuries of wealth changing hands. Twenty-eight minutes until convergence. Thirty-seven minutes until Commission security lockdown. Without neural synchronization, Sonia's absence expanded through his consciousness with a physical intensity enhancement couldn't process—connection fundamental to his emotional equilibrium reduced to memory rather than a living presence. The isolation felt wrong in ways professional training couldn't address, like an essential component
Dawn broke over the Alps as Sonia's train crossed into Swiss territory, golden light illuminating snow-capped peaks with pristine clarity her enhanced vision processed automatically. The rhythmic motion provided perfect cover—public transportation offering anonymity Rodriguez's security protocols dismissed as inefficient for enhanced individuals. That predictable blind spot had been Geneva's insight—Carlos expected optimal efficiency, not deliberate suboptimal choices that prioritized stealth over speed. Sonia touched the neural implant at her temple, feelings of absence expanding with each kilometer separating her from Alex. Their connection had evolved beyond designed parameters, becoming something neither technological enhancement nor professional training had prepared her to navigate. Now, with physical distance stretching their synchronization beyond established limits, she felt the absence like phantom pain—connection fundamental to her emotional equilibrium reduced to inter