Vic Fuentes 2024 Novels & Stories

He simply smiled for the camera. Daniel, on the other hand, was still missing. “Elena,” I said as I read the alert. “They got Victor. He’s going down for racketeering, fraud, obstruction, and human rights violations.” She didn’t cheer. She just closed her eyes. “One monster down,” she murmured. “One to go.” Daniel The jungle air was thick. His shirt clung to him. A false passport, a briefcase of crypto hardware wallets, and a single burner phone were all he had left.

He spoke enthusiastically and opened the map. “This right here!” He pressed his finger on top of the picture of two men and stared at me with big eyes. “These are Victor Vives and Pedro Vidal, Aka Panther.” He spoke through gritted teeth. “These are the assholes who had a big part in letting M. Castillo walk out free.”

I’d been drowning in the illusion of Zenya for months, and now there was someone else—someone with the same eyes—spilling truth like blood on marble. “At seventeen, I started digging. Tracking the origins of everything they told me. And eventually…” He paused and looked directly at Miguel. “I found your father. Senator Myers.” Miguel’s eyes flared wide. “You tracked that down at seventeen?” Viktor laughed quietly and pulled something from his pocket. His ID. “I didn’t sleep. I’m the owner of V-Core, the most advanced AI-integrated cybernetics system in the world. You think hacking a few archives scared me?”

And when I did—when I had proof of every lie, every betrayal—Elianna wouldn’t just regret deceiving me. She’d beg to take it all back. An hour later, my phone buzzed. I had been pacing my office, replaying every interaction I’d ever had with Elianna, every moment I had let her whisper in my ear and twist my reality. I grabbed the phone, pressing it to my ear without a word. "We have a name." I stilled. "Go on." "Victor Vasquez. Twenty-eight. Low-level but well-connected. He’s been running illegal errands for different mafias—clean-ups, deliveries, covering tracks. Smart enough to keep his head down, but dirty enough to know where the bodies are buried."

Victor commanded. "I do not know much. Nobody does. He is a ghost. Former Russian intelligence. Built networks across Eastern Europe after the Soviet Union collapsed. Expanded into America through West Ark. Uses the Reyes family and other organizations as infrastructure while staying completely hidden." Carlos pulled out his own phone and showed Victor a photo. "This is the only picture anyone has of him. Taken maybe ten years ago. He could look completely different now."

The US intelligent has been monitoring Virtue Financial development and it rising almost from the start, this company was very mysterious, what is more alarming is that, the lines of veteran employee of this company is so random, yet if looked closely and deeply, their background is so shocking. Virtue Financial were founded around 2 years ago, registered in the Panama, but they first made their appearance in the edge of New York city, they only had a single 3 stories building and the employees of 20 person in it. Nothing stood out of it, nothing out of ordinary, in Panama on the other hand they had a 3 building in 3 separate locations, 1 in the heart of Panama City, a single 5 floor buildin

The folder opened with a flicker. No passwords. No riddles. Just truth. Layered. Coded. Fragile. Lena scrolled through the contents of OBSIDIAN-LEGACY/REDACTED-PERSONS/LEVEL Z while Carson stood behind her, reading over her shoulder. Each file held a name. And a choice. S.A. Mendez Colombian journalist disappeared in 2014. Last seen investigating Echo wartime interference. Ibrahim Veli Turkish encryption specialist, listed as deceased. Alive, protected by Rafael.