Mcu The Incident Novels & Stories

"I remember I was hit by someone, a girl, at the back of my head. I didn't see her face clearly. Then I was caught in a similar factory that I was in today. But I managed to escape." "And then" Ashley asked. "Who was the one behind the kidnapping? And the fire?" Ashley added. "I dunno. I just ran. I remember it was a man behind but I was not able to see his face....." Knock knock! Arien was interrupted by the knock at the door. "Miss Collen, is Miss Jenner okay now? Director told me to ask if she is fine or we should call a doctor?" "Oh yeah! How I forgot you're not well Arien!" Ashley suddenly remembered. "I'm such a a forgetful person"

"Oh, do let go of her, Scott, she is not going to fall apart if you do!" The fact that both Vivian and Michele had snapped at him seemed to wake Scott up from wherever he had gone off to since he’d pulled her out of the pool. With a final flexing of impressive clenched muscles he dropped his arms away and took a step back, allowing Michele to lead her away. "My security people are checking film footage to find out what happened," Augustus Cowell informed him quietly. "Fortunately we have a five-minute delay on what’s transmitted on television, so the incident will not go up on the screens."

Alexi’s shoulder was bandaged, blood seeping through faintly. “No retaliation yet,” Yuki reported. “Interpol is cleaning up the museum blast, but no one suspects what was underneath.” “Then we stay invisible,” Riccardo said from the hallway as he stepped in. His shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing fresh bruises along his ribs. “For now.” Camilla approached him. “You should rest.” “So should you.” But neither moved. Instead, Marco interrupted the moment with a single word. “Problem.” They all turned.

" Before he could finish speaking, the roar of engines echoed in the distance. It wasn't just one car that arrived, but more than a dozen. A row of black Hummers rolled in like a steel serpent along the road, ramming through the dump trucks blocking the entrance. The security guards tried to stop them, but the man in black at the front flashed a badge. At a glance, the guards' knees buckled. The convoy stopped in a semicircle at the center of the construction site. The door of the vehicle in the middle swung open, and a middle-aged man in a gray suit scrambled out in panic. I recognized him. He was the Randall family's head butler, Martin Duffy. Martin ran to the tarp and dropped to his knee

the officiator raised his voice snapping her back, “this gathering marks the beginning of a union that will be sealed before the pack tommorow—” The doors burst open. The sound echoed through the hall like a crack of thunder. All attention snapped toward the entrance. A guard stood there, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his expression was grim. For a moment… No one spoke. Then, Marcus moved first. “What is it?” his voice cut through the silence, his tone commanding. The guard swallowed hard. “There’s been an incident.” The room shifted instantly, tension stirring up slowly. “What kind of incident?” someone called out.

Nicole let out a deep breath, and her face was slightly pale. “How could it be…?” Clayton glanced at her and instructed Luca, “Follow them to the police station.” Luca nodded and tailed the police. This incident happened before Tina’s and Zach’s funerals were over. It seemed so coincidental like it was God’s will. Nicole looked at Clayton, whose face was solemn. He seemed to be thinking about something. When they arrived at the police station, Clayton got a call from his subordinate. Kirsi had a miscarriage, but her life was not in danger.

Alice climbed in, sat next to him, picked up the loose weapon, and also pointed it at him, nodding for him to pull over. The two of them had already removed their helmets. The driver had no choice but to stop the truck. Marcos pulled him out of the vehicle and handed him over to some of the men who were already nearby. They took him away from the road and shot him. Alice got down as well, and the two of them opened the rear doors to check the cargo. After confirming that everything looked normal and of excellent quality, they celebrated. In the excitement of the moment, Marcos ended up hugging Alice, but he quickly realized what he was doing and let go.

"Report." "Three incidents in the last twelve hours," Marcus recited, his tone as crisp as a munitions checklist. "A turf skirmish with the East Side Vipers over a smuggling route at the docks—two of ours are in the clinic, three of theirs are in the morgue. They 'confiscated' a shipment of high-end electronics that was under another organization's protection, breaking a dozen unwritten rules. And one of their lieutenants, a hothead named Razor, decided to use a rival's bar for target practice because he didn't like the music. They listen to Victor because they fear his fists. They see you," Marcus paused, choosing his words carefully, "as the man who signs the checks. Not the Alpha."

Less then two minutes, all the cameras were focusing on him as the young man started speaking, " I am Marcus Marshmello, a undercover man of Raven Mafias. I have working under Luther and Lucas for years and have taken part in their malicious activities. I, hereby confess that the attempt to murder case of 27th July on Street Park road has been directed by Luther Michael personally. He has the one who told me to delete the footage."

The cop took out his notebook, “we would like to talk with the two of you regarding the incident on Saturday?" "See, I told you they are here because of Jack?" Melanie said. The two cops looked at each other, “Jack?" "Yea, the incident that occurred on Saturday, which you mentioned, officer?" "We also are here regarding Marcus. Do you know a Marcus?" The cop wrote a note down in the book. "Yes, we know, Marcus Officer. We have to get to the class regarding what this is." “Those three men in the fight on Saturday with a student named Jack were found dead. Witness described a kid fitting Marcus's description. Have you seen Marcus on Saturday?"