Mcu The Incident Novels & Stories

but I needed something to clear my head at the moment. I poured a sizeable content of the wine to my glass and relaxed to listen to the first channel I could switch to. " ...The incident happened at an abandoned town. they were few casualties who are suspected to be a member of a mafia group, however..." I was annoyed listening to a daily report of my today's activity. it was so boring coming form an annoying red haired woman. I press the plus button to change the channel.

And yet, I’d made her bleed for a ghost. My phone buzzed against the desk, cutting through the silence. “Mr. Blackwell,” came Hayes’s voice, clipped but steady. “We’ve got something on the incident. You’ll want to see this yourself.” The “incident.” That’s what they called it now. Sanitized. Convenient. But I remembered every damn second — the call, the panic, the way I found her struggling in the water “Send it to my screen,” I said. A file blinked open on the monitor — grainy black-and-white footage, time-stamped from that afternoon . The angle was partial, from one of the side cameras my security team had missed.

I asked if they had called the police. Luca said yes. The police were on their way. We sat in the dark. The doorbell rang. Luca answered. An officer stood there. He said they had found Marcus. Dead. In a ditch. His throat was cut. Luca asked who did it. The officer said they did not know. He left. Luca closed the door. He leaned against it. He said it was over. Eli asked if he was sure. Luca said Marcus could not hurt anyone anymore.

I make some notes to discuss upgrading the bakery security system and add extra cameras that will be monitored from MasonCo headquarters. “Alright gentlemen, I wish James was here, but Marco, I think it’s important you see this video linking the Santoro’s to the Menae. I told Kas about the incident, but I don’t really want her seeing this,” I get up and lock the door, just in case Kas comes back. I turn my laptop so Marco can see the screen and pull up the video Lenora sent me and show it to Marco, who had not seen it before. “D-did Musu have to see this?” he says with a hollow voice as he watches the gruesome scene play out.

The moment they saw the child on the ground, their expressions hardened. "What happened here?" David's expression changed drastically. He hurried forward. "Officers, it's a misunderstanding. We were dealing–" "A dead child isn't something you call a misunderstanding!" Right then, an ambulance arrived as well. Medical staff hurried in and began examining the body. Another officer had already started taking photos and setting up a perimeter. "No one leaves. Everyone will stay and cooperate with the investigation." Esther panicked while stomping her feet. She then leaned in close to me, grabbed my sleeve, and whispered, "Eve, help me testify. Just say the child suddenly ran out–"

“If you could tell the guards to let them in. They’re IMC,” “What’s IMC?” Mr Samuel inquired quietly. “Italian Mafia Council,” Sam elaborated. “This is Mafia business. They’ll take care of it. Maybe you could hold off the media and the public while they’re here. They won’t be long,” “It was a robbery,” we all turn to Miles when he spoke up. Ludo has quieted down. He looked up. “Tell the police it was a robbery. Have the IMC leave three bodies and their weapons. When the morning comes, tell the media to release the statement,” his eyes fall on his mother briefly. “to the rest of the world,” he added quietly.

She flips open her book and starts to write. “What do you mean when you say you want to release his body to his family?” I ask, confused. “I think it’s best that I tell you what I know.” She gets up from the bean bag, stands in front of me, and takes a deep breath. “That fateful night, a mysterious phone call reached us from a payphone up the road, revealing the horrifying incident you endured. This individual… the um… The mysterious caller provided vivid details. He provided us with the precise time and location of Mikal's execution. We arrived at the designated warehouse just four minutes past the specified time. As we stepped into the warehouse, a chilling scene unfolded before us. Mikal

Well, Marcus coordinate thesecurity to take I and Uche to the hospital,so that once we drop everyone we head out immediately. “Okay Sir”.

Just as the milk began to steam, a voice, distant but urgent, ripped through the stillness. “Medical wing!” It was Dmitri, Giovanni’s head of security, his tone laced with a raw edge I’d never heard before. “Get him to the medical wing! Now!” My heart slammed against my ribs, a trapped bird desperate for escape. Panic, cold and sharp, immediately flared. An invasion? Had the compound been breached again? I dropped the saucepan, the milk splashing, forgotten. I lunged from the kitchen, my feet already pounding towards the main hall, towards the direction of the voices.

And unpredictable people were dangerous. “She’s not getting freedom,” I said finally, my tone making room for no further argument. “She’s getting a reminder of who’s in control and she must be tamed.” In my office The vent incident had unsettled me more than I cared to admit, but the night wasn’t over yet. Marcus entered a few moments later with a grim on his face. I have seen this place long enough to know the news behind it. I could already tell from his expression that he wasn’t bringing good news.