PART 2
The three operatives stayed fixed on the surveillance printouts. From a distance, they’d silently watched over every milestone of Chloe’s life, sending birthday tokens through untraceable channels. She was the one piece of humanity these dangerous men had left.
I watched Leo’s jaw clench so hard I worried his teeth would crack. Hayes’s eyes narrowed to twin slits of pure murderous intent. Marcus took off his glasses, fingers trembling with barely contained rage.
“Got the wiped campus feed, Commander,” Marcus reported, his voice a lethal rasp as his hands blazed across three encrypted keyboards at once.
“The university’s mainframe got a professional wipe and magnetic purge,” Marcus explained, code cascading across secondary displays. “But they hired rookies. I broke through their primary firewalls, rerouted through an overseas proxy, and got into the local provider nodes that mirrored the cloud before the wipe hit.”
Marcus hit execute. A grainy, black-and-white security stream flickered onto the main display.
A suffocating silence dropped over the war room.
The camera showed a pitch-black, isolated alley behind an exclusive off-campus fraternity house.
Three wealthy young men — Chad Kensington, Brantley Sterling, and Wyatt Holbrook — appeared in tailored designer coats. But they weren’t alone. They were forcibly restraining and dragging a heavily incapacitated, semi-conscious, terrified freshman girl toward the rear entrance.
“These rich kids didn’t just target Chloe by chance,” Marcus said, his voice trembling with revulsion as the footage played.
“This was a calculated abduction… and what’s about to play next on this screen is going to unleash three ruthless men who won’t stop until those boys are torn apart.”
