Semua Bab Vengeance Algorithm: Bab 21 - Bab 26

Minutes ticked by, marked only by Reid’s frantic tapping on the phone’s screen and the distant hum of traffic. Alessandra watched him, her hand curving protectively over her stomach as she drew strength from his intensity. At last, Reid grunted in pure satisfaction and held the phone up, revealing a grainy aerial feed of a small private airfield tucked into the hills north of the city.The sun blazed across the tarmac, where a sleek, unmarked executive jet—its engines already whining—sat beside a hangar. Security personnel and ground crew moved about the ground. Alessandra’s gaze locked on a lone figure, unmistakable even in the low resolution and harsh sunlight, walking briskly towards the lowered airstair, clutching a slim briefcase: Dante West. “Mariposa Executive Airfield,” Reid rasped. “He’s taking off in ten minutes.”He zoomed in on the feed. The hangar beside the jet stood partially open; inside, stacks of crates and server racks loomed in shadow.“He’s not just running,” Rei

Reid had no time to think. He acted. Years of bottled-up rage, the desperate need to protect Alessandra and their unborn child, and the ghost of Zain’s terrified face—all of it exploded into one ruthless will to survive.He lunged forward, not back, into the arc of the pistol. His left hand slapped upward, knocking West’s gun arm aside just as the shot cracked and the bullet tore through the air where Reid’s head had been. His right hand, clenched into a fist and powered by every ounce of fury and fear, drove up like a piston and slammed into West’s jaw with a sickening crack.West’s head snapped back and the pistol flew from his grasp, clattering across the rain-slicked hangar floor. Surprise—raw and uncharacteristic—flickered over his eyes, then vanished beneath a wave of primal fury. He staggered, blood blooming at his split lip, but he didn’t fall.Ruthless conditioning kicked in. He recovered in an instant and lashed out, not with a fist but with the reinforced corner of the brie

Alessandra didn’t feel like parting with the briefcase; she tightened her grip on it and took a half-step back.“And then what? Will our lives return to normal? West might be dead, but his masters aren’t. The consortium still exists. They’ll want to bury this—bury us too, if they have to.”“You don’t have a choice, Mrs. Sterling,” Reyes said, her voice hardening.The other agents subtly shifted into ready stances.Reid, leaning heavily against Alessandra, struggled to sit up. His gaze slid past Reyes, toward the yawning hangar door.Outside in the waning rain, twilight shone faintly, like a gray smear across the horizon. Near the hangar’s service entrance sat the fuel truck Alessandra had mentioned earlier—its cab deserted, silent.Reid glanced back at Reyes, then at the briefcase, and West’s last words echoed in his mind: The ghost remains. And it knows your name.Handing over the briefcase meant trusting a system that had already failed him spectacularly—a system the consortium had