Walten Files Banny Novels & Stories

My throat itched and my vision blurred a bit by the abrupt development. We neared his location, about a mile out from the border, to find him lying lifeless on the ground, his skin clammy, with blood trickling out his mouth and nose. Three darts stuck out of his shoulder, arm, and leg. I checked his breathing, and the distinct scent of decay setting in drifted into my nose, alerting me that we were too late. I ripped one of the darts out with my mouth and smelled it. Wolfsbane.

The screen was a wash of crimson warning text. DETONATION SEQUENCE ACTIVE: 00:59 I shoved the Bypass Key into the slot. The machine recognized the De La Fonte signature instantly. “Come on,” I whispered, my breath hitching. “Don’t fail me now.” The screen shifted. It wasn't just a bomb trigger. It was an archive. FILE LOCATED: MORENO_LEDGER My heart stopped. This was it. The paper trail Vincenzo thought he’d burned in 2006.