Vivienne snapped the file shut and tossed it aside with a flick of her wrist, her face a mask of composure that belied the storm brewing within.

Thomas maneuvered the car with practiced ease while Anna glanced back uneasily and asked, "Ms. Vivienne, what do you make of the information in that file?"

A chill flickered in Vivienne's eyes. "What do you think?"

Anna was taken aback, suddenly feeling like she had touched a nerve.

Percival wrapped an arm around Vivienne, his touch as comforting as a warm blanket on a cold night. "Easy, no need to get all worked up."

Vivienne remained silent, her gaze lowered, thoughts hidden behind a veil of introspection.

The reach of GTO had become far too invasive.

And the real mole had burrowed so deep that they were untouchable.

This person was not just a threat to the safety of the average Joe; they were toying with national security.

An unsettling intuition gripped Vivienne; her mother's death might not be solely tied to GTO's head honcho. Perhaps the final blow, the ultimate betrayal, was orchestrated by the Vanguard Agency itself.

As she remained lost in thought, Percival's voice, honeyed with affection, broke through, "How about I take you out for a grand feast?"

Her train of thought was derailed by his suggestion, and Vivienne considered his offer seriously before agreeing. "Alright, let's go." After dinner, Percival dropped Vivienne off at her place.

He watched her enter her home before sliding back into the car. "Head to HQ," he instructed Thomas.

Thomas did not question it; it was time to return to headquarters to sort things out.

Back in her room, Vivienne checked her phone and saw a cryptic text from an unknown sender. [It's not him.]

guard outside the deputy director's office, having dispatched all other

captains left on duty, their expressions

donned in the crisp uniform of the Vanguard Agency, Percival entered the headquarters and

two captains exchanged glances, then stepped away, joining Thomas to ensure

at the office

reading glasses and called

his face stoic as he

up briefly. "You're

tone was even,

deep voice carrying an undercurrent of

a chuckle. "You're getting bold,

seat opposite Micah, his lips parting slightly. "It's more like

away," Micah said,

back, his long legs crossed, fingers rhythmically tapping on his knee. "What are

hand paused, eyes shrouded in steam betraying a flicker of

his gaze piercing. "You brought me into the Vanguard Agency, trained me under my mentor, and watched me rise through

icy demeanor, which was not directed at Micah but at the real

both he and Vivienne had suspected Micah. After all, Micah was Percival's direct superior, the one who could most easily alter the

over time, he realized that Micah seemed to be acting deliberately and was always trying to communicate

Percival's view

Micah's loyalty was when Percival was trapped in a mine. If Micah had hesitated even slightly or

put down his coffee, and nodded with satisfaction. "Good, the

Percival disobeyed orders, took too big of a risk to complete the mission, and caused trouble, among

crack his stern facade, sliding a file across to Micah. "The Morning Glory has been

aback. "I've

a classified document the night before. It seemed

unbeknownst to him, his signature was transferred to approve the

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