Novel & Cerita Unlabeled Flag

No vulnerability. Just terms and conditions.

Veridia University. The Football Stadium. Tuesday. 12:00 PM. The intramural flag football game was interrupted by a hurricane. Or at least, that’s what it felt like. A shadow fell over the fifty-yard line. The wind picked up, whipping flags and jerseys into a frenzy. The goalposts rattled. Then came the sound. THWUP. THWUP. THWUP. A massive, sleek black helicopter descended from the clouds. It didn't have a registration number. It just had a silver wolf insignia painted on the tail.

SECTOR 0 HAS BEEN 'RE-OPENED'. But then, a second notification appeared, flashing in a terrifying, obsidian light. READER ACTION: 'REPORT STORY AS INAPPROPRIATE'. MODERATOR REVIEW INITIATED.

Not broken. Not unresolved. Just… finished.

“Source flag.” Her stomach dropped. It was not police. Not federal. Not internal. Private. “That means someone fed him this,” she said. “And that someone is not clean,” Bruno said. “Because this shit is wrapped too neatly.” She scrolled further. There. A name. Buried deep. Half redacted. Initials only. L.C. Her breath caught. Bruno squinted. “You know what that means?” “No,” she said quickly. He raised a brow. “Girl.”

Let the system squirm. This flame answers to no gatekeeper.

"Oh no" *************

they heard the crying. "Ok. I believe you now." “Tomorrow evening, eleven o'clock sharp, please, at the corner of the Tea for Two Bar. I'll be wearing a baseball cap with a flag . . . Bye.” She hung up. “Hey! Wait.” JC wanted to know what flag it was, but he was late, leaving him with the unresolved question in his mind. He picked up his coffee then took a large gulp. “Tea for Two,” he repeated the name clearly for everybody in the office to hear. Of all the people in this world, but why choose us? He was thoughtful.

It's just some random number. *Hello, sweetie!* It says. Probably some drunk slut who hit the wrong number. As I want to delete this I get another text. *It's me, Monika. Don't dare to ignore me!* She texted. How the hell did she get my switzgerman number? ... (to be continued)