All Chapters of RED LABEL: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

That stopped the commander mid-thought. "You knew?""If you had wanted Evelyn Carter, she wouldn't have been attacked the way she was."The commander stared at him, recalculating. "How? Why? What do you mean?""Because you have a business relationship with Redstone Global's Defence Branch. Touching her would be bad business for your syndicate," Nobody explained. The room seemed to become slightly quieter, as though the machines themselves had leaned in to listen.The commander's expression changed, the easy confidence cracking just slightly. "You did your homework," he said. Nobody looked directly at him, unflinching. "I don't do homeworks. I set the rules for them."The commander said nothing for a long moment. That was the first moment he became genuinely interested. Not impressed. Interested, in the way a man becomes interested in a puzzle that suddenly reveals itself to be far more complex than he assumed."You know our relationship with Redstone?" asked the commander. "I know

Voss looked toward the door, half-expecting it to offer some answer it could not give. For the first time in decades, Commander Victor Voss felt something dangerously close to fear, an unfamiliar sensation that coiled tight in his chest. Nobody had not threatened him. Nor had he attacked anyone in the room. Neither had he demanded anything—except that once when he'd asked for Rosie just for performance. He'd already come for extraction. And had carried it out even before the conversation was over. It was when he'd said, "I already have her," that it dawned on Voss how dangerous Nobody was. "What just happened?" he gasped, flabbergasted. Simple. Nobody had merely walked into HammerHand's secret base, spent the entire conversation talking about military protocols, intelligence networks, and recruitment, and had apparently rescued a hostage from under HammerHand's nose before the conversation was even over. The sheer audacity of it, the impossible precision, left Voss grasping

Rosie's eyes widened in disbelief. She was expecting a man behind the veil that just revealed her rescuer's identity. But it turned out he rescued was a young woman, her features sharp yet strangely gentle.Young enough to appear almost out of place among the hardened world she had just moved through, yet there was nothing uncertain about her expression—only quiet resolve, tempered by something like compassion.She smiled gently, an expression that softened the room's tension."Hello, Rosie."The little girl stared at her, searching her face for some sign of danger and finding none."Who are you?" Rosie asked. The woman extended a hand, patient and unhurried. "My name isn't important."Rosie didn't take it, still wary despite the kindness in the woman's eyes.The woman lowered her hand without hesitation or offense. "But I know someone you do know."Rosie's expression changed slightly, curiosity breaking through her fear. "Who?""Mr. Nobody."The child's eyes widened, disbelief and h

The exchange between Malik and Darnell followed Nobody for another half a block before the two men finally peeled away, still arguing over whether Malik had nearly knocked a customer into a food cart. Or not. Nobody didn't mind the interruptions. That was one of the strange things about New Avalon. He was now a street celebrity. And people talked about it. Street people especially.They talked because they had little else, and they talked to Nobody because he had somehow become one of them without ever trying to become anything at all. Few weeks before, he had been another forgotten man sleeping on the street. Today, half the street seemed convinced he was some legendary combat instructor who had accidentally chosen homelessness as a retirement plan.He didn't correct them. He didn't encourage them either. He simply kept moving.A city bus roared past, briefly drowning the surrounding noise. When it disappeared, Nobody found himself approaching another familiar face."Trash King!"

The young Sleeper Cell agent codenamed Storm-Eye stepped toward the SUV and reached for the rear door.She had brought the vehicle for precisely this moment. It was electric, nearly silent, autonomous, armored beneath its civilian exterior, and capable of carrying them safely across New Avalon without attracting the attention that a conventional extraction vehicle might have invited.Nobody stopped her."Take the vehicle back," he said. "It's too loud."Storm-Eye turned. Her eyes, visible above the veil, settled on him."Too loud?" she asked, her hand hovering an inch above the sensor plate. "Red Star, it’s a zero-emission civilian frame. Active noise cancellation. It doesn't make a sound.""It makes a pattern," Nobody said, his voice flat, unyielding. "It's too revealing."For a moment, she seemed not to understand. Then she did. Not the literal meaning of the words. The meaning behind them.The SUV might have been nearly silent to ordinary ears, but Nobody had never measured noise m