Rocket Walten Files Novels & Stories

Garvey shook her head and patted Evania on the shoulder. Evania walked away, feeling very confused. Elsewhere, Dick Dowson fixed his microphone. He cleared his throat. “Hey guys, welcome back to my podcast. This is another episode of the murder series,” he said. He held up the papers Yelena gave him. “I have news. In these papers, I have proof. These are records from Walter Media and Starkov Bank. Now you see where this is going…” The video traveled across the city in less than an hour, even at the castle, away from the city. Mrs. Walter was on her tablet, sitting by the fireplace inside the castle. The Walter empire was being shredded piece by piece by Dick, a nobody.

His black eyes were staring sharply at the computer screen. "Drone number six. Eight at night. The footage location is the village doctor's door. Check and see what that place is." Ivan checked the video that Mr. Marwood mentioned. He found it very quickly and said, "Mr. Marwood, this place is called the Walton Village. That's because all of the villagers there share the same last name—Walton. Mr. Marwood, is there a problem? We've searched that place. It's not a big village."

“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.