Mcu The Incident の小説・ストーリー

Marcus stood calmly near the head of the chamber. “The vote is complete.” Lewis looked at him. “Yes.” Marcus folded his hands behind his back. “You’re free to leave this facility.” Daniel exhaled loudly. “Finally.” Marcus raised one finger slightly. “However…” Elizabeth groaned quietly. “Of course there’s a ‘however.’” Marcus continued calmly. “You should understand something.” He gestured toward the screens showing global chaos. “The situation outside this mountain has changed dramatically.” Emma looked at the screens again. Stock markets collapsing. Emergency political meetings.

I remembered the surveillance footage. Marcus walking into Victor's office. The gun. The static. "What happened after the camera stopped recording?" Luca looked away. "I wasn't there." "Luca." "I wasn't." Michael interrupted. "He's telling the truth." "He left before the shooting." My eyes widened. "Then who killed Victor?" Neither man answered. --- A knock echoed through the house. Everyone froze. Three knocks. Slow. Deliberate. Michael quietly reached inside his jacket. His hand wrapped around his handgun.

"One of the Mafia was arrested, the deaf guy. Once he was released and questioned back at the base, he said someone, a certain Becca, tried to force information out of him. Dan reacted on impulse when he heard the name, so he sent me to find out." "Let me guess. You plucked a single strand of my hair when you intentionally bumped into me, didn't you?" "Becca, I..." "I can't hear anymore of this." I said and walked past him. Something new to me. It was either I finish you off or let you live, only pain would be present to keep you company, clinging to you like a lost puppy. The smoke from our cars had ceased, the scene remaining in ruins. I decided on walking on the sidewalk along the old, sc

"We had no idea you were the hospital director's wife, Mira. If we had known, we wouldn't have dared to lay a finger on you!" "That's right. We were all classmates once. For old times' sake, please ask your husband to spare us!" Elizabeth, too, got down on her knees and wept. "I know you've always had a kind heart, Mira. My husband is still lying in the ICU. If something happens to me, he won't last. Please… I'm begging you—spare me!" All of them tried to look more pitiful than the last, as if the ones who cornered me and played judge and executioner that day were someone else entirely.

It was Miller, his head of security. "Miss Vane," Miller’s voice was clipped, tight with a tension I hadn't heard before. "There’s been an incident. You need to come to St. Jude’s. Now." "What happened?" I stood up so fast my chair hit the back wall. "Miller, what happened?" "The SUV was clipped at a high-speed intersection. The brakes didn't respond. It rolled,."

The morning after the Alkaled disaster, Los Angeles woke to a storm it couldn’t ignore. Headlines screamed across every screen: “BLACKWOOD ACADEMY ALUM GREY MICHAELSON WANTED FOR MURDER OF POLICE OFFICER” “OLD COVER-UP EXPOSED: DID BLACKWOOD PATRIARCH KNOW?” “SEX TAPE, AFFAIRS, BASTARD CHILDREN—THE BLACKWOOD & PIERCE FAMILIES IMPLODE”

Marco, who had joined us at this location, got out first and approached her casually. I rolled the window down just enough to hear what he said. "Miss Lucy Blackwood?" She looked up, eyebrows lifted. "Yes?" "I'm Marco Diaz. You're under investigation for attempted murder and conspiracy to commit fraud. We have a warrant for your arrest." Her smile vanished. "What?" she blinked. "What are you talking about? What murder? Is this some kind of joke?" The officers moved beside her. One pulled out handcuffs. Lucy stumbled back. "No-wait. I didn't kill anyone. I don't even know what this is about. You can't just come here and-"

I breathed, trying to regain my composure from our heated make out session. “What the fuck happened? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you.” Alice growled, anger lacing her words. “Mic went dead for a moment. Need to get a new one.” I said as I ran out from behind my cover, shooting every Russian I could see. “Again, huh?” Alice said, a hint of playfulness in her voice. “That’s the fifth mic this month.” Romano chimed in. “Weird.” He said mischievously.

“The attack was a success. Marcus Thorne’s systems are in chaos. International fraud alerts have been triggered. His reputation is already starting to fall apart.” At the same time, my own tablet, which was connected to the news feeds, began to buzz with alerts. The first reports were coming in from New York. An explosion at a warehouse owned by Rico Valenti. A shooting at a known Valenti restaurant. The war had officially begun. We had won. Our enemies were at each other’s throats, and Bianchi’s financial empire was starting to crumble. But just as a small, grim sense of victory began to settle in, the doors to the study opened. Lucian stood there, his face pale and serious.

Mike's eyes opened, weary. "Echo's power...it's changing me." I knelt beside him. "We'll figure it out, Mike." Anderson nodded. "Together." Suddenly, Maya's voice turned urgent. "We have a problem. Vincent's backup plan—" Maya's words cut off. A loud explosion rocked the complex. The ground shook. "What's happening?" I shouted. Anderson drew his gun. "Get Mike to safety! Now!"