Overwatch Headquarters Novels & Stories

She laughed. "They might be telling the truth." I said. "They won't reveal themselves, Ms. Morris. They will always hide in the dark and you will know why. You'll work with them anyway, you'll understand." She said and I'm starting to get nervous. "You should prepare yourself." "Prepare for what?" "You'll be amazed to see the HEADQUARTERS, it's beautiful and really luxurious." She said and I started to imagine what the headquarters would look like. "So.. what's the purpose of the headquarters if they never show themselves? Is it just for showing off?" I asked curiously as I thought about how they never reveal themselves.

"Damon says you want to break into the facility’s headquarters. That's impossible.” "I am going to take the antidote from Dexter’s desk," I corrected, matching his hard stare without flinching. Bald let out a short, grim chuckle and then leaned back against the metal ribbing of the truck. "The main headquarters isn't like the little branch you just visited," he warned, tapping his fingers against the hilt of a long hunting knife at his belt. "It’s a fortress surrounded by silver-plated wire, motion sensors, and automated turrets that can smell a wolf from half a mile away."

“The Windstorm Conglomerate is the most extensive company to date, which deals with different kinds of trade. We have oil, infrastructure, shipping, medical equipment and pharmaceuticals, transportation, hotel chains and banks to name a few. Mr. Windstorm oversees everything, so he is sorely a busy man. I say this because I see him get drowned in work every day. It is worrying. The very first time I saw him relax was yesterday, when he arrived after he visited you in the hospital.” “Oh, really?” I cleared my throat. Yesterday, he embraced me. I felt him relax that time too, like all the heavy weight he carried was lifted. “Anyway, moving on, Mr. Windstorm made OWTC as the HQ so majority of t

“To the humans, she looks harmless; she could be our Trojan horse if things don’t go as planned.” “Watchtower?” Anabella said. “We read you loud and clear.” Shea’s voice was the one to answer. When Anabella was not around, Shea was overwatch. When they got to the meet location, the Supreme Court House, an army, greeted them. Moving forward in his seat, Marx asked of Anabella. “Still think we can take them?” “We have eyes on the location. All teams are in position. If they so much as sneeze the wrong way—“

Daniel clenched his fists. “So what do we do?” Dr. Isabella Voss enlarged the map on the central monitor. Three blinking locations appeared. BLACK HOLLOW SAINT RAPHAEL HOSPITAL And… A third point. Hidden deep within the northern mountains. She tapped the final location. “This is Helix Summit.” “The Circle’s true headquarters.” Marco frowned. “I thought Lucien was their leader.” “He was their chairman.” Isabella corrected. “The headquarters belong to the Board.” Elena looked confused.

The mate bond we'd fought against for so long hummed between us, impossible to ignore completely. "Communication check," I said, pushing the memory away. "Earpieces functioning?" Everyone nodded. "Last report from headquarters?" I asked. "Callum's coordinating with international packs," Sophia replied. "Tokyo, Moscow, New York—they're all standing by for dawn." "Time to move," I said, leading them forward through the narrowing passage. --- Miles away, Callum Wolfe stared at the screens showing pack leaders from around the world. His jaw was tight, tension radiating from his powerful frame.

“Where?” Thomas paused briefly. “Records point to a headquarters registered overseas, in Zurich. The structure is layered. Ownership isn’t directly traceable. Most executive decisions are routed through that base.” Adrian’s gaze sharpened. Not local. Not transparent. And definitely not careless. “Who’s representing them?” he asked. “Ronan Veloz,” Thomas said. “Director... and a listed partner.” “Partner?” Adrian repeated. “Yes, sir. He holds equity.” Adrian leaned back slightly. “Set a meeting.”