Romans & histoires Mcu The Incident

“What.” It wasn’t a question. It was a demand. Marcus held my gaze. “There was an incident,” he said. Everything inside me stilled. “Where.” He hesitated for half a second. Then— “At the location we traced her to.” The words landed clean. My grip tightened slightly around the phone. “What kind of incident.” “Two men,” he said. “They forced entry.” The air shifted around me. “And?” I asked. “They were intercepted before extraction.” Extraction.

I was discarded to the side like trash, stripped of all dignity. In despair, I turned my head, and that was when I saw Mona, who'd been nowhere to be seen until now. She was hurrying over, half a peanut shell still stuck to the corner of her mouth. Thinking she'd come to help me, I stretched out my hand toward her, signaling for her to call 911. Mona finally reached me. However, instead of helping, she swatted my hand away. She pulled out a new phone. Ironically, it was the one I'd given her just last week.

Rodriguez said, but he sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than anyone else. "What's just a coincidence?" I demanded. "What happened in July 2019?" Neither of them answered. They were both staring at each other, Rodriguez's hand finding Marcus's and squeezing tight, like they needed the physical contact to ground themselves. "Marcus," I said, and my voice was pure authority now, the voice I used when I needed absolute obedience. "Tell me what happened in July 2019." Marcus closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he looked defeated. "There was an incident. Five years ago. July 2019. Do you remember?"

They parked at the same place where the incident happened, the incident where the Mcguire's were killed by none other than, Solana Velvela. Kala hopped out of the carriage then went to the back to bring Solana out. The moment he opened the padlock, Solana is not even moving. She is still in shock at what Kala told her. It was another trigger word for her, a word that will trigger lots of unpleasant memories she hid away. "Let us get you out of here," Kala said smiling widely. Solana did not respond, not even a bit. Kala scoffed, she is one hell of a nut.

"On the other hand, Mango felt upset. Although she wasn't clear about the relationships and hatred of the past generation, she felt sorry because of what had happened to Barack and Mckenzie. " "Then, she gently patted Mckenzie's hand and whispered, ""Everything will be fine.""" "Yeah, you're right. By the way, what about Benny Powell?" He's dead. "Mckenzie was stunned as she never expected this to happen. Then, mixed emotions flashed in her eyes before she finally became calm again." "After that, no one said anything else anymore." "Soon, the car drove into the downtown area." "There was a series of security checks along the way, and everyone in the car started to tense up again."

" Do it fast. The Russian pack arrives in twenty minutes, and if they see their businesses under attack—" "They'll blame us," I finished, already diving into the code. My fingers moved on autopilot, following digital breadcrumbs while my mind raced through possibilities: how long had this been planned, who had access to my systems? The door to the conference room burst open, spinning us both around. Fiona McLeod, Callum's beta, stormed in, her red curls wild around her face. "We've got a situation. The Munich pack just went dark." "" What do you mean, dark?" Callum demanded.

Ryan shot Marcus. Nadia’s hand tightened slightly on my arm. “Calm down, Monique,” she said softly. “You didn’t do anything wrong. They’re here to help.” I nodded slowly. “Go ahead.” “Can you walk us through what happened?” the second officer asked, pulling out a notebook. I swallowed. And just like that, it all came rushing back. The music. The crowd. The gunshots. I sat down and told them everything. Every detail and every moment.

"...a stunning and terrifying sequence of events unfolding at the Mercer estate in the Hamptons..." I broke the kiss, my pitch-black eyes immediately snapping toward the massive flat-screen television mounted on the far wall. Graham had left it on a rolling news network, the volume muted. But in our heated distraction, someone—perhaps a nurse checking the vitals monitor outside the door—had accidentally triggered the audio sync. Thea turned her head against her pillows, her dark eyes widening as she stared at the screen. The glaring red banner at the bottom of the broadcast read: MERCER CONSPIRACY UNCOVERED: ARRESTS MADE.

Emma repeated it but didn't look at Jake or Mike. "Fine." Mike then came out with Jake a few moments later. "What's the problem with you? Why is she always offending you?" Jake grumbled at Mike, who could only shrug his shoulders. Suddenly, a policeman came running towards Mike and Jake, still walking out of the building. "Detective Emerson, There's a strange case at a Brooklyn hospital. A patient went berserk and bit some people. And Vincent Cox was there!" The police reported to them. "What did you say?" Mike was surprised and quickly ran to the car.

The return to campus feels like entering a different dimension. The FBI took the drive, Marcus is in custody, and the news is calling it a "tragic accident at a remote property." They don't mention the gasoline. They don't mention the gun Vass pointed at me by the reservoir. I am sitting in the Dean’s office. It’s a room full of dark wood and the smell of expensive tea. Dean Halloway is sitting across from me, looking like a woman who has spent the last forty-eight hours trying to save a sinking ship.