Corrupted Finn Novels & Stories

He would see me. "Aria," Maya said. "Look at the screen. Look at the error code. What does it say?" I leaned in, squinting at the small text in the corner. ERROR 404: BIOMETRIC PROFILE CORRUPTED. "Corrupted?" I whispered. "Someone is tampering with the file," Maya said. "Someone tried to brute force it and damaged the reference file." "Mark," I spat. "His hackers." "Okay, listen to me," Maya said. "There is a failsafe. Your father always had a failsafe. Is there a secondary option? A pulse reader? A voice print?"

failed. "ERROR," the voice of the High Council spoke from the cyan clouds. "ASSET-VALUE AT ZERO. CONTINUITY IS UNSUSTAINABLE." The Liquidator let out a sound of pure, mechanical agony. He looked at his hands, which were now trembling. "Darlene... the... the files... they’re corrupted..." "No, Jackson," I said, my voice sounding like a thousand bells. "They’re Authentic." The "Bankruptcy" hit the mate-bond.

Seeing their breathtaking smiles instantly vanishing away brought weird sense of satisfaction to Hazel. Guilty pleasure, she concluded. Her lips pressed in thin line to control her smile as she observed the tension in the atmosphere. The fear she would have in her eyes whenever Theodore's name would be brought, she was now seeing the same fear in eyes of her kidnappers. "I really fucked up." Rudha muttered under his breath, hand working on brushing his hair from his temple in frustration. "You fucking did, fucker!" Keith turned all berserked on him.

He looked around the room, but he saw no allies. His own Council members were looking away, their faces twisted in shame or anger. Even his personal guards seemed to be inching away from him. "The truth is clear," Elder Matthias announced, his voice booming. "The child belongs to Rowan. The marriage between Finn and Mira is now null and void, as it was built on deception and maintained through violence. Finn, you are hereby stripped of—" "NO!" In a flash, Finn shifted partially. His fingernails elongated into jagged, yellow claws. His teeth sharpened, and his eyes glowed a sickly, unnatural yellow. He didn't go for me. He didn't go for Rowan.

October 21, 2002 – 09:00 “High Mage Finnas himself? Thank you for doing that. I just came back from Timmins, the people in cages had been captured from there. I couldn’t leave them in the middle of no-man land, they were weak from massive blood loss. I lightly hypnotized them and they’ll wake up by their front porch. After I find Audrey, I’ll need to have that tunnel destroyed and find out why in gods world there was a tunnel linking an elemental school to a blood den,” said Coralis.

She bypassed one screen, then another, then a third, but each time she got close, more red warnings burst across the display. Fragments of video glitched into blackness. Documents opened in broken symbols. Entire folders screamed access denied before crashing. For a while, neither of us spoke. Then Inara leaned back slowly and laughed. It was low, cold and absolutely not amused. “These sons of bitches,” she muttered. My stomach sank. “Bad?” “Bad?” She glanced at me with a dark grin that held no humor. “Babe, this isn’t just corrupted. This is a professional burial. Someone didn’t damage these files by accident. They carved them up, salted the grave and then built a church over it.”

He was about to tear open his oldest wound in the most dangerous room on the continent. The dossier arrived. Sabatine scanned it on his phone. It was a masterpiece. Jessica had constructed a timeline of Finch’s corrupt dealings, starting with the altered mission orders in Kabul (with Sabatine’s identity scrubbed, listed as “Asset Gamma”), leading to offshore payments, and culminating with a recent, massive transfer from a Durand holding company into a Liechtenstein trust. It was a snake, fully uncoiled. “It’s ready,” he said to Anton. “Do it.”

“All it takes is one whistleblower. One person with the right access who’s pissed off enough to talk. Your whole company turns into a cell.” “I don’t have whistleblowers,” Finnian’s voice came back, cold and chiding. “I have people who like their paychecks too much to open their mouths. I’ve got everything under control.” The recording cut to complete silence. The ballroom was in absolute chaos. Finnian dropped his hands from the podium and pressed them against the sides of his head, looking like he was trying to hold his brain together. He knew he was totally fucked. The lies he had told about me, about Hayes, and about the abortion were already being forgotten, replaced by the much louder

Fenrir growls low, disapproving. “ We can't do anything about it then.” Dax mutters from behind me. I am frustrated at this point. My Rut is a few weeks away at this point, I've been advised against taking rut inhibitors I've been taking since Ronan left the city. I haven't had sex in two years. I doesn’t want anybody else. The silence in the room is stretched as Dax and Finn exhale sharply. Finn then rises from his seat. “I've got a lead,” he says. “That anonymous hacker, the one flagged for leaking some elites account pins,”

Finn started to break the atmosphere of awkwardness revolving on them, unable to take to much of negative aura around Cortez, so he decided to break off the awkwardness instead of dying from suffocation. "Marquis Delattre, yes it has been awhile, you've been busier than you usually be and forgot to attend most of the events on the palace, I see, you've also changed from those months we haven't seen awhile... " Cortez knew Finn as his rival but to be rival over Sapphire's affection when both of them got rejected was one of the way I call ridiculous..