The Million-Dollar Heart

Vivienne slammed the phone down with a chilling finality that seemed to echo the icy resolve in her eyes.

Three minutes later, the realization hit both Vivienne and Percival simultaneously.

The bomb research facility was nestled right beneath Eastlake Bay Plaza, spreading its clandestine roots beneath half the square.

The scene suggested a hasty escape; the fleeing suspects only had snatched the crucial documents.

The operatives from the Nine Mystics Society had already evacuated, and Leopold, leading the first squad, had scoured the base thoroughly.

"Vivienne, Percival, check this out." Leopold approached, cradling a box in his arms.

Percival flipped the box open to reveal a scale model of a state-of-the-art bomb-obviously left behind in the chaos.

This only confirmed the suspicion that the perpetrators had received an urgent tip-off.

Otherwise, they never would have left something so vital behind.

Vivienne extracted the model, a one-to-one replica. While not as revealing as written documents, to the trained eye, it could divulge the bomb's design.

The bomb's most unnerving feature was its ability to evade detection-compact, portable, and easy to conceal.

Understanding how it slipped past sensors would be key to preemptive defense.

Vivienne tucked the model away. "I'm taking this."

Percival nodded. He had no intention of reporting a mere model to the higher-ups. He still had that much leverage.

Instead, Percival simply called Thomas, instructing him to report the escapees' flight, foregoing a return to headquarters.

back, Leopold

blockade sooner, I bet we could've stopped them. What are the higher-ups thinking? If they're worried about civilian safety, just make up an excuse

ranting any longer, snapped. "Husky,

was bad enough without

retorted. "How many times now? If

not unwarranted-they could have at least set up a perimeter, avoiding the empty-handed

already?" Leopold blurted out, his anger getting the

massaged her temples. Now, even divine intervention could not save

seated in the back, responded darkly,

a cold sweat, Leopold realized

me, Vivienne!"

said calmly, "Mr. Wolf, perhaps it's time

cause of her

had called her mother, prompting her to

a mole within the Vanguard Agency, a team her mother had

But now...

traitor learned that neither prison nor the grave would be their ultimate sanctuary. Percival's brows arched subtly, understanding her

He turned, his face a portrait of dread. "I'm sorry,

playing on her lips, while Percival's

their expressions,

kicked by Percival than subjected to their chilling

as if the Grim Reaper was grinning at a doomed

"I'm sorry, Vivienne, Percival. I'll do whatever you ask-climb mountains, swim oceans, even streak across Mount Everest!" Percival's fingertips tapped rhythmically on the leather seat. "There's no need for such dramatics. Just help me

"I wouldn't dream of sending him to such extremes." Leopold gulped, "You two

deduce a bomb's workings from a model, someone trustworthy and an

silence was an answer in itself,

he stammered, "No way, I can't possibly call Griffin. It's out