Chapter 21 - A Dark Shadow Lurks Outside The New Safehouse
Before I could process the international legal notice, the security intercom on the estate wall buzzed sharply with an automated chime.
I walked to the study window, pulling back the heavy velvet drapes to look out at the wrought-iron security gates.
Parked outside the perimeter fence was a black luxury sedan idling silently in the falling autumn leaves.
Inside the parked car, an anonymous figure watched the lit library window through heavily tinted glass.
The digital screen on the dashboard glowed softly in the dark, displaying a live tracking file labeled: PROJECT VENDETTA - ACTIVE.
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I reached out, drawing the drapes closed against the evening as the shadows lengthened across the polished hardwood floor.
The American chapter of the war was over, but the global syndicate behind the Blackwoods was just beginning to stir.
