جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 30

Warren ended the call and transferred $600 million to Leah’s account.“Leah, this is all the cash I can access for now. I’ll send you more when Raymond’s next payment arrives in three days. Buy whatever you need abroad, and don’t worry about the cost.”“I will!”Leah nodded and hugged her father.They packed what they needed and left the hotel.Leah had her storage space, so she needed little luggage. She also did not want to draw attention by taking too much to Kavell. She carried only a travel backpack.The three of them walked to the small box truck outside the hotel and climbed in.Leah rested her hand on a box near her seat. With a thought and a slight wave of her hand, the dozen or so boxes in the truck vanished.Warren and Vivian had already seen her make the hotel sofa disappear. Even so, the sight left them speechless again.Warren gathered himself, started the truck, and drove toward the Tavarian branch’s warehouses.When they arrived, they went straight to the security offic

Leah said goodbye to her parents, passed through security, and boarded the plane.Cool air washed over her as she entered the cabin, easing the heat she still felt from the terminal.Aurelia Airways’ plane had two decks. Leah’s first-class seat was upstairs.She winced at the $4,760 fare. That money could have gone a long way toward her stockpile.But she barely rested since her rebirth, and she desperately needed some sleep.She knew she would have little chance to rest once she reached Kavell.A flight attendant greeted Leah and escorted her to her seat with a polite bow.The first-class suite had an electric sliding door. Once it closed, she would have about thirty square feet to herself.Her leather seat reclined into a flat bed, with a mattress pad, comforter, and soft pillow provided.The suite also had noise-canceling headphones, a thirty-two-inch screen, and a private minibar.Passengers could even book an onboard shower, complete with luxury toiletries and a robe.Leah was ple

Six and a half hours later, the plane landed in Dunehaven.When the cabin door opened, cool early morning air carried the smell of jet fuel inside.Leah rubbed her stiff neck and followed the other passengers off the plane.Once she cleared immigration, she headed straight for a man holding a sign near the arrivals exit.The sign read “MISS YOUNG,” with a phone number scrawled beneath it.He was Harrison Moore, the Afarran visa agent Leah contacted through a dark-web forum before her flight. He regularly handled applications at the consulate.He looked about forty. His navy suit fit poorly, his skin was dark, and a gold tooth showed when he smiled.“Miss Young? Passport and two photos with white backgrounds. I’ll take care of the invitation letter.”He spoke quickly and skipped the pleasantries.Leah handed him her passport, the photos, and a thick stack of bills totaling $800.Three hundred covered his fee and the money needed to smooth things over at the consulate. The rest paid for

A dusty Land Cruiser bounced over the rutted road. It left the city and turned into a cluster of abandoned concrete buildings on the south side.William stopped outside an ordinary-looking gray building and knocked on a heavy steel door.The door opened.The man who answered stood about six foot one. A fitted black tactical shirt showed off his broad shoulders and narrow waist.He had sharp features, a straight nose, and a strong jaw. A short scar crossed his left eyebrow, but it only added to his rugged good looks.His eyes caught Leah’s attention most. They were deep and still, with a weary distance that suggested he had seen too much death.Leah got out of the car and hurried to the door.“Lucas!”Her voice trembled.In her previous life, Lucas collapsed outside her house on a night of pouring rain, covered in blood. She dragged him out of the mud, treated his wounds, gave him medicine, and cared for him for two months.Once he recovered, he became the best friend she trusted most.

Lucas continued to the right side of the basement and pulled back a black curtain. Behind it was a small drone control station.Several monitors displayed live drone footage of the surrounding area. Black cases sat beneath them.“You can trade these for almost anything these days.”Lucas opened one case. A black multi-rotor drone lay inside.“It’s an industrial-grade reconnaissance drone, built to resist jamming.“It can survey the area from above, monitor conditions, and help locate targets.”He closed the case and nudged a heavier metal one beside it with his foot.“This is an attack drone. It carries an explosive charge, moves fast, and can be controlled remotely.“The next case holds loitering munitions. Once one locks onto a target, it dives and detonates on its own. You don’t need to guide it in.”Lucas let the curtain fall and walked to the middle of the room.He bent down and lifted the corner of a dark green wooden crate.Neat rows of ammunition boxes sat in padded compartment