Mcu The Incident Novels & Stories

Everyone chuckles and shakes their heads. "That's exactly..." He pauses when his phone vibrates. He frowns slightly. "Mel?" He says and he hears a voice. "Yes, it's Mel. This is a live feed from Mika's office. I believe this is categorized as an emergency." Luc taps the video file and he can see about five men alongside a lady and then Mika in the middle. Just as he's about to ask Mel what's happening, one of the five reaches out and grabs Mika by the hair. Without another second, Luc's chair scrapes loudly and hits the ground, causing everyone to shake in their own chairs and before they can register what's happening, Lucas is out of the meeting and the double doors are shaking inside and o

Child endangerment. Bruce fucking Carmichael along with someone named Clarissa James opened the case. It was the foot in the door Harris needed. I knew I should have killed that fucker Bruce when I had the chance. How the hell am I going to explain this to Madeleine? Our wedding is only three weeks away, and now it may not even happen. I stand outside our bedroom door and take three deep breaths. One - to allow myself to feel all the fear gnawing at my insides.

"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"

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.

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.

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."

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?"

he informed us, gesturing toward a yellow taxi parked nearby. We hurriedly stepped into the car, grateful for the relative calm inside. As the car started to move, I couldn't contain my curiosity any longer. "Michael, how did you come to know about the incident at the restaurant?" I inquired, my voice tinged with a mix of astonishment and apprehension. He glanced at me through the rearview mirror, his eyes reflecting a blend of worry and determination. "Rachel, it's all over the internet," he replied, his tone grave. "Videos and photos of the incident went viral. It seems the humans have caught wind of what transpired."

"I know. That's why I'm hopeful." "Good. Because I'm not giving up. On us. On this." "Me neither." --- At 9 PM, we were getting ready for bed. Marcus's phone rang. Hospital. My stomach dropped. He looked at it. Looked at me. "I have to take this." "I know." He answered. "Dr. Sterling. Yes. When? How bad? Okay. I'll be there in twenty." He hung up. "Mass casualty incident. Multi-car pileup. They need all hands."