Counter Attack Reviews Novels & Stories

"Have a seat." She complied, and he booted his computer. He'd give his mom credit. She'd sent four pictures of him and Peyton already, one being the shot she had in her living room. He logged into the account for Fallen Veterans and scanned through the pictures from a week ago, finding a photo of them dancing. Then, he went into the corporate system's mainframe. "It's done." Joseph strode in and parked himself in a chair across the desk. "What's the plan?"

Her laughter cut through the tension like sunlight through storm clouds, a constant reminder of what we were protecting. Ava looked up from her screen, her expression troubled. "The accounts are secure. I've triple-layered the encryption and set up real-time alerts for any unauthorized access. But I found something. Small transfers. Anonymous. Someone is testing us." I put the phone down, my attention fully on her. "The Cipher Council. They work like that. Small moves first probing, testing defenses, identifying weak points. Then the big ones come. Fast and devastating." Ava closed her laptop, rubbing her temples. "What do they want?"

Next, Carl took me somewhere else. We went through layer after layer of security, even iris scans, and arrived at the highest level classified underground vault. The metal door sealed shut behind me, cutting off the last trace of light. Carl powered up the central server. "You thought the last server was completely destroyed?" My nerves snapped tight. That was the greatest stain of my career. "It wasn't. That wasn't an accident, and there was no sabotage." For the first time, Carl's eyes carried a burning scrutiny. "That was its purpose. It was the first prototype of the Skyshield Defense System, and what you witnessed was a live-fire field test."

“I’m curious.” The Counter-Judge spoke again. “Objective conflict identified.” The Audit responded. ‘Explain.’ “Coalition authority versus distributed witnessing.” The structure went silent. Because the entity had just summarized the entire cosmic conflict. On the ground, Liora whispered, “It sees the whole fight.” Astrael muttered, “Great. Now the referee knows both teams are cheating.” Above them, the Counter-Judge made its first independent statement. “Initial ruling pending.” Coalition nodes tightened. ‘Pending what?’

"Every inch of him. His empire. His lies. I want it all gone." He leaned back, examining me like I was a wild card he couldn’t quite read. "You got a plan, Carter's boy? Or are you just running on revenge and adrenaline?" "I’ve got a plan. I’ve spent months watching, studying. I know his weak links, his distribution routes, his shell companies. I have everything." Rafa raised a brow. "Including leverage?" I hesitated. Then I slid the notebook across the table. He flipped through it—pages of surveillance photos, coded names, offshore accounts. His smirk faltered. "Damn. You really did your homework."

“Twenty-one year old student, attending one of the university’s at Cambridge. Raped and murdered ten years ago. Last seen alive leaving the Waggoner’s’ Rest, run by Robert Trefoil. Helped, in a worse for wear state, into a taxi driven by Cairo Nickolls. Nickolls was charged with her murder. DNA evidence showed that Nickolls had had sex with her and there were traces of his skin under her fingernails. The prosecuting council was your new friend Gerard Forlin. It was an open and shut case. However, for some inexplicable reason the judge said that some of the evidence was inadmissible in court. Evidence that was crucial to the prosecution’s case.” “Who was the judge?” I asked, already kn

Aware of Alexander's watchful eye, I maintained my professionalism, even as I wondered if he had noticed the attention his business partner was paying me. As the meeting progressed, the conversations intensified, and opinions clashed. The room filled with the buzz of differing viewpoints and calculated arguments. The business partner who had shown interest in me, Mr. Reynolds, was particularly vocal, asserting his opinions with conviction. He had a reputation for being shrewd and ambitious, always seeking opportunities to gain an advantage. As the discussion turned toward a potential collaboration with another company, Mr. Reynolds seized the opportunity to assert his influence. His voice ca

Two professionals who had been inspecting the computer stepped forward to report. "Mr. Referee, we have completed the inspection. The three computers contain the same components and are all found to be substandard. They are counterfeit and inferior products. According to the information, it has been confirmed that they were supplied by Trust Technologies and there is no evidence of any reboot or reinstallation." Quinten then continued, "Regarding this, I also invited a witness." Everyone present was stunned. Is this considered a counterattack? "Witness." A slightly chubby young man wearing glasses walked towards the witness stand.

My father stands up, adjusts the cuffs of his jacket and says, "We finally received approval from the Royal House. NeuroRetro is officially bringing their operations to our pack." A cold pit forms in my stomach. I look at Lasher, stunned. "Did you people set Florence up just to clear the path for NeuroRetro? Is that what this was about, Councilman?" Lasher chuckles dryly, waving a dismissive hand. "Oh, come now. Florence means nothing in the grand scheme of things—"