Vic Fuentes Kellin Quinn Novels & Stories

After Jeremy heard that, his hands froze as they were trying to flip open the documents. “You’re dismissed.” Ken did not ask much before leaving. Jeremy flipped through the documents quickly, and the information on them was simple. Vera Quinn was from F Country. She grew up in F Country and had never come to Glendale before. She studied psychology in university and had lots of interests. There was close to zero information about her social life. It just stated that she had a very close male friend.

The kind of vetting that couldn’t be cheated, bribed, or bypassed. And tonight, the woman known only as Horizon was in the chair. Sophie Lancaster stood behind a one-way mirror, arms folded, lips tight. She didn’t speak as the biometric scanner confirmed the subject’s ID and began the sequence. Beside her stood Eleanor Lancaster, flipping through a dossier twice as thick as the one Julian had received. “The Revala files match,” Eleanor said quietly. “She was embedded in Crane’s compliance cell for twenty-one months. Her real name is Marissa Quade—former contract auditor, recruited out of University of Chicago, disappeared five years ago under an Interpol red flag.”

Isabella had been many things, fragile, beautiful, silent but she had never been annoying. A soft chime from my private terminal broke the silence. A leak from the Syndicate’s internal server. I pay five million a year for first access to the dark-web chatter, and tonight, the investment paid off. I leaned forward, my eyes narrowing as a file opened. There was no photo, just a name and a trail of digital wreckage. Subject:Valencia Knox. Activity:Purchased 20% of Rossi Logistics via shell companies. Primary suspect in the Pier 17 "accident."

A declaration that we had survived everything thrown at us and emerged stronger. When we break apart, his thumb traces my cheekbone. “Ready to finish this?” “Born ready.” ~~~~ The car ride back to Manhattan felt like a war council. Alec sat across from us, his laptop open, as he briefed us on developments while Killian's hand stayed possessively on my thigh. “Vivian's being held pending extradition,” Alec reported, scrolling through encrypted files. “New charges include wire fraud, money laundering, and conspiracy to commit securities violations. Singapore authorities are cooperating fully.”

"You'll be moved to a secure research facility tomorrow. Top-level security, isolated from any external networks. You'll have access to your mother's remaining files and a team of scientists who've been studying the Keystone since its existence became known." "What about Viktor?" I asked. "And Isabella? Giuliana?" "They're being read into the program as we speak," Webb said. "We'll need their expertise as well. Viktor knows the Tribunal's Eastern European operations. Isabella has connections to their Western networks. And Giuliana... well, she's been playing this game longer than any of us. If anyone knows how to fight shadows, it's her."

From a shell corporation I recognize from Elena's files. Bloodline Project funding. "I have him," I say. "Financial connection. Communication intercept. He's the mole." Neah straightens. "What do we do with him?" "That's not my call." Liam enters. Jax behind him. "You found him?" "Vance Kellan. Beta of Coastal Watch. Recruited by the Project eighteen months ago. Just transmitted our false intel to a Bloodline relay station." Liam's expression goes cold. Alpha cold. The kind of cold that precedes violence. "Where is he now?"

"I've been listening to my family's recounts of events involving you and I feel that something is not right." "You know I secretly gave you five thousand to help you tide over this period of time; yet here we are, in a presidential suite that you paid, you're driving a really luxurious car, living in a bungalow and have connections to Don Krauser and QS Holdings." "By the way, I'm not surprised if you are the one behind Kelly's disappearance." "Speaking of QS Holdings, I found out that they are subsidiaries of the Quinton Consortium in Townsville. So, I can't help but think that you have connections there."

"Politicians can't oppose her because she knows their secrets. Journalists can't expose her because she sees them coming. Law enforcement can't investigate because she owns half of them and has dirt on the other half. Argus makes her untouchable." "Then how do we stop her?" I asked. Miguel was quiet for a moment. Then he pulled up another file. A photo. Surveillance footage. Grainy but unmistakable. Victor Kaine. Walking into a building. Very much alive. The world tilted. "No," I whispered. "That's impossible. I killed him. There was so much blood." "I know what you think happened," Miguel said gently. "But look at the date stamp. This was taken two days ago. In Switzerland. Outside an Apex

Vincent quickly broke into the cloud computer system to learn about Anderson Silva. Vincent watched the profile and some videos of Anderson leading a meeting at Horus. "Who are you?" Vincent muttered, then returned to typing on the laptop keyboard. Despite his access code being blocked, Vincent remained calm and focused. Vincent managed to get a complete profile of Anderson Silva. "So he's the former Vice President of Vlopps."

Elena sat at her desk, alone in the dim office, one leg crossed over the other, her fingers hovering above a biometric tablet sealed under reinforced glass. It glowed faintly beneath her palm. The prompt blinked: EXECUTE: Q CONTAINMENT ORDER? [Y/N] She didn’t press it. Not yet. The leaked identity had done its job. Aria Quinn was off the grid. Cassian’s loyalty had fractured. The board was alert now, circling like wolves behind locked glass. Elena sipped her tea no cream, no sugar, perfect temperature and opened the secondary comms thread. A message from Charles Vale. She’s still breathing. I want that corrected.