Victor Sullivan Uncharted Novels & Stories

he called. “Sullivan! What’s happening?” I asked, my heart racing. “Get back! We’re under attack! You both need to hide. Now!” he ordered. “But how about you? Your arm is bleeding!” I exclaimed din panic. Sullivan was a strong man, he was even dubbed as the “untouchable warrior”. The fact that he has an injured arm right now meant that the enemies were far more dangerous than we thought. “Don’t think about me, Alli. You have to take Quinn and hide. More enemies are bound to come. You two need to stay safe!”

"We’re journalists, Victor. We’re very good at working in the dark." Victor looked at me, then at the camera, then at the gold scar on my arm. He realized then that the "Sequence" didn't belong to him anymore. It belonged to the story. In a final, desperate act of cowardice, Victor lunged for the helipad’s edge, intending to disappear into the private jet idling nearby. But Julian didn't let him run. He tackled Victor, the two brothers crashing into the safety netting. With a roar of effort, Julian wrenched the detonator from Victor’s hand and threw it into the abyss of Lake Zurich.

"Sullivan and Associates has been paid by Victor before. Three times in the last five years. Always for audits that ended with the person being audited getting fired or arrested." "So they are not independent." "No. They work for whoever pays them and Victor is paying them a lot." "How much?" "Two hundred thousand dollars. That is twice their normal rate." "He really wants to find something." "Or plant something. You need to be very careful when they interview you on Monday. Do not give them anything they can twist." "I will be careful." "And Evangeline?" "Yeah?" "If they find something real then you need to have a backup plan. Some way to get out before Victor uses it against you."

I was just about to fold myself into the vehicle when I halted, glaring Victor dead in the eyes as I questioned, "How can I be certain that you don't plan to do anything to me?" Victor huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose as his features twisted in a pensive mask. After a minute or two, he began signing, "Message your friend. Tell her you're with me. My name is Victor Silva. If she doesn't hear from you in the morning then she should file a charge against me." Silva. Hispanic decent. His tanned skin suddenly made a lot of sense. I fished out my phone from the pocket of my trench coat and opened a chat with Erica.

Joshua's command to the companions. At the same time, the car appeared behind Vladimir. The young man was shocked because he hardly thought that his friend Cheng would do this to him just because of money and women. A few moments later... Victor slowly stepped around where his high-tech remote detector didn't detect any bombs. Liam is nervous because everyone in front of them is armed but he has a lot of trust in Victor. Victor surpassed large numbers of gangs, syndicates or any mafia groups by himself. Skilled when killing, pointed when shot and like the wind it just passes through the shots of each gun.

"There were other people involved, people who benefited from what Northbridge was doing. But after everything that happened, those connections were exposed or gone. I don't know anything more than that." Damien studied him for a moment. He had spent years searching for answers, but he no longer needed another enemy to chase. The people connected to Northbridge had been exposed, convicted, or were already gone. Whatever remained of that world no longer had a place in his life. "Was Victor involved?" Damien asked. Sullivan shook his head. "Victor wasn't the mastermind. He was jealous and obsessed, and the people around him knew exactly how to use that. But that doesn't mean he was innocent. He