Rocket Walten Files Novels & Stories

"After sending them, I was to reply with VALADERO COPIED. I followed the instructions exactly the way they were written." Robert stayed quiet. His eyes remained fixed on Callahan's face. "You never opened the files before sending them to me?" he asked. "There was a warning beneath the message." Callahan rested his hands on the table again. "It said if I opened the files first, I would no longer be able to forward them to the special agent and the Rothwells would go unpunished." "And you believed it?" "I wasn't willing to take the risk." Callahan answered without hesitation. "I didn't know what kind of program had been used. If opening the files ruined everything, then all those weeks of hidi

Dark circles, jaw tight, the kind of exhaustion that lived in your bones. He stopped in front of her desk and held out the file. “Morning.” Elena took it without meeting his eyes. She flipped it open. The first page was the wire report. $42M. Three separate transactions, timestamped through the night. She scanned the numbers, the routing codes, the notes from accounting. Her mind moved over it the way it always did, picking apart anything that didn’t fit. “Whitaker’s old account,” Ryan said, because she hadn’t spoken yet. “Came in last night. 9:12, 9:47, 10:58.”

“Too late for that.” That night, I woke to gunfire. Alarms shrieked across HALCYON. Rebels had infiltrated the east wing. But they weren’t aiming for the servers. They were heading straight for Wren. I fought my way through smoke and blood. Reached the vault just as they breached it. The firefight was brutal. Ruthless. I killed without hesitation. Because Wren had the file. And if Valen got it. If Ivy saw it, She would never recover.

"Surely no one knows Ms. Valtara's hidden side better than I do. Isn't that right, Selena?" A wave of pain pulsed through my heart, sharp and unrelenting. Cold sweat beaded on my forehead, trickling down my face. My complexion paled. Reyn's smirk deepened. "Look at that. It's the middle of summer, and yet Ms. Valtara is sweating. Could it be guilt?" His voice was icy and filled with suspicion. Before I could respond, Mr. Rothwell quickly stepped forward, his expression tense as he handed over a thick ledger.

He passed the files towards her. "Those are the records of some wanted and Stubborn werewolves Alphas and their likes. You can go through it, who knows, you might be able to find him. Vega Immediately took the files from the desk, and began flipping through the pages one after the other, where she saw the pictures of some Alpha wolves. She continued flipping, until her gaze fell on one that was very familiar but somewhat old. She attempted to pinpoint where she saw his face. "You've recognised one among them?" Rafael asked, sitting up straight.

The word 'rich' was written all over him. “hello, sorry I’m late “ Rachael Roux began as soon as she was close enough. She was always serious and straight to the point. She handed a brown office file to Chinny who forced a smile. “ thank you” she muttered as she opened the file. “ ... in there you will find a flash drive containing the details of your role in the mission Armageddon, and of course, a check of 50 million USD as an advance payment for Troy and some accompanying paper works. Please confirm... ”

[SYSTEM MESSAGE: SECTOR 10 RESIDENTIAL BLOCKS SECURED.] [ACCOUNT BALANCE UPDATED: 48,500,000 STANDARD CREDITS.] The heavy, acoustic doors of the immersion room hissed open. Ren Walker stepped out, his hands trembling slightly as he pulled a towel off the rack to wipe the cold sweat from his face. The soft, ambient lighting of the penthouse living room felt entirely disconnected from the grueling, four-hour raid they had just completed in the Vanguard server.

Holidays. Thousands of hours of work. Genius-level work. All signed IW. "Who had access to these files?" I asked, my voice strange to my own ears. David checked the logs. "Limited access. Just you and..." He frowned. "There's an old user account here. IWinters. It’s been deactivated." When Isla left. "Can you pull up everything that user created?" David typed quickly. A list populated on screen. Hundreds of files. Thousands of lines of code. The entire backbone of Apex Technologies.

Some of them were shaking their heads, while some looked at him with pity in their eyes. He cleared his throat nervously, and sipped his wine as if he said nothing. Unfortunately, the Stones had heard everything he had said clearly. Raphael narrowed his eyes, "Would Mr Walton like to repeat what he just said?" Raphael's voice was calm, however the guests could tell that he was angered. "I....I said nothing." Mt Walton stammered. "I see.... It seems the Walton's Corporation wants to go on a vacation. Guards! Escort him out." Raphael ordered coldly.

Nathan leaned back in his chair, sleeves rolled up, a tumbler of untouched whiskey at his side. He is going through the Walton Unlimited paperwork as per his mother’s request to ensure none of the Hawkes will go to jail for fraud. His fingers tapped the desk impatiently as lines of code and transaction logs filtered through his custom encryption software. He’d grown used to tracing shell companies, money laundering paths, and ghost funds. But tonight… something was off. He leaned forward. “No. No, no… That’s not possible.” He zoomed in. The files he’d flagged earlier that week, assets tied to Walton-Hawke Holdings, were vanishing. Quietly. Too quietly.