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,

thinking? If they're worried about civilian safety, just make up an excuse to evacuate. A fire drill, earthquake drill-anything would've worked. This is

his ranting any longer, snapped. "Husky, can you shut

was bad

many times now? If nothing works, maybe we should just

at least set

you climb the ranks already?" Leopold blurted out, his anger getting the better of him, a clear

even divine intervention

the back, responded

Leopold realized what he

Vivienne!" He

Vivienne tugged at Percival's arm, the other hand on the bomb model, and said calmly, "Mr. Wolf, perhaps it's time for you to climb

of her mother's death remained a

her mother, prompting her

a mole within the Vanguard Agency,

But now...

Agency betrayal had led to her mother's failed mission, she would ensure the traitor learned that neither prison nor the grave would be their ultimate sanctuary. Percival's

his face a portrait of dread.

playing on her

their expressions,

kicked

Reaper was

it, Leopold clasped his hands, pleading with the pair, "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

bright as ever. "I wouldn't dream of sending

from a model, someone trustworthy and an expert in

Vivienne's silence was an answer in itself, their smiles

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