Overwatch Headquarters の小説・ストーリー

"I worked with them. I helped them. God, I handed them intelligence about pack locations, my daughter's abilities..." "Focus on making it right," I cut him off. "Where's their main research facility?" "According to these files, the Apex Industries headquarters. Seattle." Adrian zoomed in on a location. "Forty stories. The top fifteen floors are Covenant operations. The rest is legitimate business providing cover." "That's one of three possible base locations," Torres confirmed. "And it makes sense. Hidden in plain sight, easy access to resources, defensible position." "It's also in the middle of a major city," Marcus pointed out. "We can't assault a downtown building without massive civilian

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."

Jessica's voice, barely a whisper: "Command, we've reached observation point. Eyes on target. Beginning surveillance." "Acknowledged," Morrison responded from the war room. "Report findings." Long pause. Then: "Target location is... unexpected. Stand by for details." Everyone in the war room tensed. "Define unexpected," Wright's voice came through from Pennsylvania. Another pause. Static. Then Jessica again: "Victor's headquarters is One World Trade Center. The tower survived the freeze. He has the whole building." Maya felt her stomach drop. One World Trade Center. Over 100 floors. Designed to withstand anything.

“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.

I buttoned my dark blue Italian suit and followed him out of my office. It never ceased to amaze me every time I was on the seventh floor overlooking the full view of Wade Lounge of my new building that had just opened eight months ago. My dearest sweetheart London, Striker’s wife, called it a fancy donut because of the design, while I called it state-of-the-art. Since The Firm signed a multi-million dollar contract with Hover Defense and Security, my life changed drastically. I built my own building and hired thousands of people. I opened five more HQ in other states and countries, and the Firm was officially named Osmium Resource Group.

That would be taking advantage of him, and I don’t want that. I need to prove my worth. And I need to win the pack over with my own capabilities. ***** My first day as the Chief Operating Officer of Crimson Crest Empire began at the main HQ, which was located in the estate. The Burj Khalifa of the estate. It stood 200 floors above ground, firm and unyielding at the heart of the place of origin of the world’s most powerful pack. My office takes up the entire 199th floor—the second highest floor. One floor below the CEO’s office.

“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.”