The moment James Rodriguez stepped from the helicopter, the clearing's tension crystallized into something more volatile than mere corporate conflict. Alex felt Sonia's hand tighten in his—a silent warning, a moment of connection that transcended the chaos surrounding them. "Brother," James called, his voice carrying a sardonic edge that had haunted their relationship since childhood, "always the romantic hero, aren't you?" Geneva's eyes flickered between her sons, calculation replacing maternal warmth. "James. I wasn't expecting your... intervention." "Of course not," James replied, producing an identification badge that glinted in the morning light. "Interpol's Financial Crimes Division doesn't typically announce its operations in advance." Alex pulled Sonia slightly behind him, a protective instinct that surprised even himself. The implant at her temple pulsed with quiet intensity, feeding her information faster than any human processor could comprehend. "The Rodriguez ar
The pre-dawn light crept through the villa's curtains, painting shadows across Alex's face as he watched Sonia prepare. She moved with practiced efficiency, checking the signal jammer—now completely depleted—and securing the few possessions they'd accumulated during their flight from Macau. "The storm has passed," she observed, glancing through a gap in the curtains. "Clear visibility to the northwestern point." Alex nodded, his mind still processing the revelations of the night before. The knowledge that their meeting—their entire professional relationship—had been orchestrated as part of a Rodriguez dynasty left a bitter taste. But beneath that manipulation lay something genuine, something neither his father nor mother had anticipated: real connection. "We have approximately ninety minutes to reach the original coordinates," he said, checking his watch. "Assuming we avoid main roads and potential surveillance." Sonia's fingers brushed her temple, where the implant lay beneat
The last ferry to Coloane Island cut through the storm-darkened waters, its lights a lone constellation against the vast blackness of the South China Sea. Alex stood at the rear deck, rain pelting his face as he watched Macau's glittering skyline recede into the distance. Their escape from the hotel had been executed with precision—the phantom car drawing their pursuers to the service entrance while they slipped out with a tour group through the main lobby.Behind him, the ferry's cabin doors slid open. Sonia emerged, two steaming cups in hand. "The crew thinks we're honeymooners escaping to Coloane for a romantic getaway," she said, passing him one of the cups. "I didn't correct them.""Your implant?" he asked, nodding toward the nearly invisible bandage at her temple."Stable. Wei's isolation protocol is holding." She joined him at the railing, their shoulders touching. "But I can feel the Chimera Protocol... adapting. Reconfiguring itself around the firewall."The concern in her vo
Alex reacted instantly, pulling Sonia away from the windows and toward the bedroom. His mind raced through possibilities—the shadow board's tactical team, his mother's operatives, his father's contingency plan activating. Any option meant danger. "Back exit," he whispered, guiding her through the darkness with practiced ease. Years of visiting this apartment as his private sanctuary had made its layout as familiar as his own heartbeat. They slipped into the bedroom just as the front door lock began to turn. Alex pressed his finger to his lips, then pointed to the vintage wardrobe against the far wall. Silently, they moved toward it. The wardrobe's back panel slid aside, revealing a narrow maintenance passage that connected to the building's original service shaft—a feature Alex had discovered and carefully modified years ago, his one concession to the paranoia his upbringing had instilled in him. "You really did think of everything," Sonia breathed, admiration mingling with co
Smoke billowed through the dimly lit service corridor as Alex guided Sonia forward, his hand firmly gripping hers. The distant sound of boots echoed behind them, growing fainter as they descended deeper into the building's infrastructure. Emergency lights cast eerie red shadows across their faces, highlighting the tension etched in their expressions."How did they find us so quickly?" Sonia whispered, her breathing controlled despite their pace.Alex's jaw tightened. "Someone's feeding them information. The timing is too precise."They reached a junction where the corridor split three ways. Without hesitation, Sonia pulled him toward the narrowest passage on the right. "This way," she insisted, her eyes briefly unfocused as the Chimera Protocol provided her with the building's schematics."The implant?" he asked.She nodded. "It's... evolving. Adapting faster than before."The realization that the technology embedded in her brain was actively changing should have terrified him, but th
Carlos Rodriguez stood framed in the aircraft doorway, sunlight casting his silhouette in dramatic relief. His once jet-black hair was now threaded with silver, his face more lined than Alex remembered, but his eyes retained their penetrating intensity—the same eyes that had evaluated business rivals and wayward children with equal analytical precision."Father," Alex acknowledged, instinctively stepping slightly in front of Sonia in a protective gesture that didn't go unnoticed by Carlos.A thin smile crossed the elder Rodriguez's face. "Interesting," he murmured, his gaze shifting to their interlaced fingers before returning to Alex's face. "Some variables can never be fully predicted, it seems.""Even by you?" Alex challenged, years of complicated emotions—admiration, resentment, grief, and now confusion—surging within him."Especially by me." Carlos gestured toward the waiting vehicles on the tarmac. "We don't have much time. Geneva's people will be tracking this conversation."Ja