جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 65

Beneath the skyline, the plaza had been transformed. Where there had been rubble and police tape a few weeks ago, there was now a sprawling, open-air ballroom. White silk tents billowed in the evening breeze. A massive stage had been erected at the far end, complete with a digital screen displaying the Mane-NovaTech logo.Underneath the elegant stage, between all the metal and heavy cables, was a man wearing a catering uniform. He checked his watch for the nth time that evening. It was still early on, but the guests were starting to arrive.He reached for the gas tank connected to the industrial heater meant to warm the VIP space and disconnected the standard tank to replace it with the modified one. It looked identical to his satisfaction. He connected the hose and taped a small, black receiver to the back of the valve."The oven is preheated," he whispered into his radio.From a rooftop half a mile away, Dmitri Varga watched through a spotting scope. He smiled."Good, get out of the

"Slow down," Varga hissed at his lieutenant, who was driving them to safety. "You're going to get us pulled over. And if the cops stop us before I can dispose the remote in my pocket, I'm going to kill you." "I’m driving the limit, boss," the lieutenant argued, sweat beading on his forehead. "But we’re exposed out here. We need cover." Varga looked at his phone to see that the director had sent a set of coordinates. It wasn't the usual safehouse it was even more fortified with security. It was the Syndicate’s main building in the city, and the location was mostly kept a secret. "Take the next exit." Varga ordered. "Are you sure? That’s a dead end." "Just drive!" Varga checked the sky through the window. It was pitch black so he couldn't see anything. "We lost them," Varga whispered, trying to convince himself. "The blast must have scrambled their comms. They’re probably still digging bodies out of the rubble." He smiled cruelly. Yes, he hadn't killed her, but he couldn't imagine