Civil Servant Hunter's S-class Resignation Log Novels & Stories

Within the week: Sponsors dropped Ethan Three nations suspended ASHES access A whistleblower came forward — claiming Ethan falsified security clearances GGA requested an investigation

The letter from the hospital arrived on a Thursday. Formal letterhead. Three paragraphs. The language was institutional and careful but the meaning was clear — the investigation into the harassment complaint filed by Dr. Claire Sutton had been closed. All findings against George Crawford had been expunged from his professional record. The hospital regretted any professional or reputational harm caused during the review period and welcomed his return to consulting duties at his earliest convenience. The last line said: we consider this matter fully resolved.

One name stood out: RIVAL. My profile. Not the sanitized one in Base files. This one had every detail — every kill, every mission, every psychological flag from age nine. Even my blood type and the exact nerve damage I took at thirteen during that prison yard fight in Prague. And at the bottom: “CLASSIFIED - OBSERVATION TERMINATION SCHEDULED: SEPT 2.” I blinked. That was four days from now. “What the fuck is this?” I growled. He stepped down two more stairs. Still out of reach, but closer.

she said. I reached for the first file. HR REPORTS. Flipping it open, my eyes skimmed through: >Harassment complaints Favoritism allegations Misconduct logs My expression hardened as I moved to the next. PAYROLL AND STAFF RECORDS. I scanned quickly, then paused as I saw a list of employees marked inactive with no termination records, exit documentation, or closure reports… just presence. My gaze sharpened. “Interesting,” I murmured. Trisha pulled a chair and sat, watching me. I ignored her and opened the third folder.

Aurelio said at last. Behind him, a senior security adviser shifted uneasily. “No broken locks. No tripped systems.” He enumerated slowly in a low voice. “The staff were dismissed voluntarily two days ago.” “Voluntarily.” Aurelio repeated, tasting the lie in the word. “Accounts had been cleared.” The adviser added. “Assets transferred. Clean exits.” Aurelio straightened slowly. “There are no signs of struggle.” “No, sir.” “Nor violence.” “No.” “Only absence.”

Her fingers hovered over the folder. ⸻ Damien’s voice came from behind her. “This wasn’t here before.” ⸻ Sienna didn’t look back. “I know.” ⸻ She opened it. ⸻ Inside were documents. Old. Official. Stamped. Some redacted. Some not. ⸻ Her name appeared instantly. Multiple times. ⸻ Sienna Claire Ross. Not just mentioned. Not just referenced. ⸻ Classified designation: ACTIVE CORE ASSET ⸻ Her breath stopped.

He looked down at the thick, embossed leather folder resting on his blotter…the one Norton’s courier had delivered twenty minutes ago and then back to my face. Collins’s jaw didn't just drop; his entire posture visibly collapsed, his fingers trembling so hard against his tablet that the screen flickered against his palm. "Veronica..." Collins stammered, his voice breaking into a high-pitched, hysterical squeak that grated against the quiet of the office. "What... what is this? I just opened the administrative resignation log. The server is showing a permanent separation of your profile. It says... it says your primary routing address has been forwarded to Morningside Heights. To a law school

Harris came back on the line. “Ms. Grant? Is something wrong?” Vivian straightened without realizing she was doing it. “Nothing. I just wanted to ask why Ethan isn’t showing up in the company directory.” There was a small pause. Then Mr. Harris said, “Because he resigned.” For a second, Vivian thought she had misheard him. “What?” “He handed in his resignation the morning before yesterday,” Mr. Harris said carefully. “He said his son’s mother had been posted to Australia, and he wanted to take the boy there to reunite with family while he continued his training.”

"Started under the previous administration, stayed through the transition. Reviews all incoming private courier deliveries before routing them." "The anonymous letter this morning," I said. "Would have passed through his office," Safiya said. "That doesn't make him the sender," I said. "No," she said. "But it makes him a person of interest." She held my gaze. "There is one more thing. When I pulled his personnel file this morning it had a gap in the service record. Three months, fifteen years ago. The official notation says medical leave." "You don't believe it was medical leave," I said.

“You come from a good family, and you’re smart, composed, and considerate. That’s exactly the kind of character someone in government should have.” With that, she pulled a printed document from her briefcase and slapped it hard onto the table. “Ethan, Finn is kind enough to give you a way out. This is a voluntary resignation and confession of leaking classified information. Sign it now. Admit to everything.” “As long as you sign it and leave the department immediately, Director Hale may consider not turning you over to the authorities.” I glanced down at the confession. The terms were written out clearly. Not only did it require me to admit that I had stolen classified material, it also stat