Tom raised his hand, signaling the squad to advance.

The crew approached the villa at a measured pace.

Vivienne and Percival lagged behind, letting the first wave take point before ambushing, quickly followed by the second. It wasn't long before the villa was surrounded.

Inside the villa.

Samantha's eyes snapped open, her hand instinctively touching her face. Sensing something amiss, she bolted up and strode to the mirror. Her eyebrows knitted tightly together at her reflection. Her face was etched with wrinkles. Her skin was aging rapidly.

"Damn it!" she cursed, slamming her palm down on the wooden desk, which splintered under the force. "Another failure."

She had slept all day, yet the lines on her face hadn't softened. ST-1 couldn't stave off her aging.

At this rate, she would die before getting what she wanted.

Samantha composed herself, then dialed a number on her phone.

"Didn't I say no calls unless it's urgent?" a gruff voice snapped from the other end, clearly irked.

Ignoring his tone, Samantha went straight to the point. "Time to develop a new drug. ST-1 isn't cutting it. I think we can start by..."

She stopped mid-sentence, bolting to the window. Seeing the siege outside, her expression darkened.

"What's going on?" the man demanded.

"I've been made."

"Idiot!" he barked.

frowned, a cold edge to her voice. "Save your insults. Better

man scolded, but Samantha cut him off

have a new research direction. If you don't save me,

but if Vivienne was so prepared that she could not even notice the siege beforehand, her options were limited. She

side of the call remained silent as if

time, the man finally said and hung

silently, turning back to the scene

at the villa's front, and someone was

blow up the place, she realized,

had clearly underestimated

this location for its strategic advantage, using high-tech to cloak the area behind an illusionary barrier. But somehow, Vivienne

narrowed as she grabbed an object from the drawer,

next

Percival stood there, their expressions

be first. Thought your mother would beat you

mischief. Probably because of her running

not needed to handle

think you can take me?"

Vivienne's smile was bright

recovered quickly. "Let's talk. Might be our last chance,

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