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United States — Night
The room was silent.
Dim light.
Heavy atmosphere.
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Will Smith sat alone.
President of the United States.
Yet—
Even now—
He waited.
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A satellite phone lay on the table.
Black.
Unmarked.
Untouchable.
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Then—
It rang.
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Will picked it up.
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"…Yes."
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A familiar voice answered.
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John Smith.
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Calm.
Distant.
Absolute.
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"Everything is ready," John said.
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Will's eyes sharpened.
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"Servants?"
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"Yes."
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"A system beneath your system."
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A pause.
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"They will help you expand."
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Will leaned back slightly.
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"Where are you?" he asked.
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"Not where you are," John replied.
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Silence.
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"I have prepared someone for you," John continued.
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"A primary servant."
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A pause.
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"His name is…"
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"…Albert bin Siddiqui."
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Will repeated it quietly.
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"…Albert."
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"He will arrive soon."
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"What about you?" Will asked.
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"When do we meet?"
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John's voice didn't change.
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"Not now."
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"Not yet."
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A pause.
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"When the time is right…"
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"…you will see me."
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The line went silent.
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Call ended.
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Will slowly placed the phone down.
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His expression—
Unchanged.
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But his eyes—
Darkened.
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"The next phase…"
He whispered.
"…has begun."
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Cut.
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Russia — Snow-Covered Facility
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John stood before a group of men.
Ten in total.
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Cold.
Disciplined.
Broken—
Then rebuilt.
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At the front—
Albert bin Siddiqui.
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Behind him—
Nine others.
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Lesser.
But loyal.
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John walked slowly across them.
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"In every nation…"
He said,
"…ten servants."
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"Highly efficient."
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"Perfectly obedient."
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A pause.
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"You are the first in Russia."
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Albert bowed his head.
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"We will not fail."
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John stopped.
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"I know."
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He turned.
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"The next destination…"
A pause.
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"…Brazil."
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The expansion continued.
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Cut.
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Washington D.C. — Private Office
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Will sat across from Robin D'Souza.
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Two powerful men.
Two dangerous minds.
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"We begin," Will said calmly.
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Robin smiled slightly.
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"I'm listening."
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Will leaned forward.
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"I want influence."
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"In the states."
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"San Francisco."
"New York."
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A pause.
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"My party is weak there."
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Robin nodded slowly.
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"You want control before elections."
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"Yes."
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Silence.
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"You will create momentum," Will continued.
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"Media."
"Public attention."
"Pressure."
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Robin leaned back.
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"And my fee?"
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Will didn't hesitate.
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"Approval."
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"A drilling project."
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"Southern offshore crude reserves."
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Robin's eyes lit up slightly.
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"…You're serious."
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Will nodded.
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"You help me win the states…"
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"I help you control oil."
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Silence.
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Then—
Robin smiled.
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"I like this partnership."
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A pause.
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"You'll remain President."
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Will's voice dropped.
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"I always will."
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Silence.
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Then—
Will added—
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"There's one more thing."
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Robin's expression changed.
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"An opponent."
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"Rising fast."
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A pause.
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"I want pressure applied."
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Robin smirked slightly.
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"…Threats?"
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Will didn't respond.
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He didn't need to.
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Robin nodded.
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"Consider it done."
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He stood up.
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"Your problem…"
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"…is solved."
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Then he turned—
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"And this…"
He added quietly,
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"…is my gift to our partnership."
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Will watched him leave.
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Cold.
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Precise.
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Everything—
According to plan.
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Cut.
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Luxury Event — Night
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Music.
Lights.
Power.
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A private gathering.
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Politicians.
Military officials.
Business elites.
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Will stood among them.
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At his side—
A familiar figure.
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Abraham Smith.
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Now—
A high-ranking military general.
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Composed.
Disciplined.
Deadly.
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"General," Robin said, approaching.
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"I have something interesting for you."
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Abraham turned.
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"Speak."
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Robin leaned slightly closer.
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"Advanced weapons."
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"New machine guns."
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"Armored systems."
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"High-grade combat technology."
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A pause.
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"You'll be interested."
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Abraham's expression didn't change.
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"I will inspect first."
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"Then decide."
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Robin smiled.
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"Of course."
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"Business requires trust."
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They shook hands.
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Temporary.
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But dangerous.
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Stage Announcement
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Will stepped forward.
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The room quieted.
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"Tonight…"
He said,
"…we prepare for the future."
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A pause.
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"I introduce the candidates."
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Two figures stepped forward.
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"San Francisco…"
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"Louis."
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"New York…"
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"Macau."
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Applause filled the room.
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Faces.
Smiles.
Power.
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But behind it all—
Control.
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Manipulation.
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Design.
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Elsewhere — Same Event
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Robin stood with another man.
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"You should meet him," Robin said.
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Will approached.
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"This is my younger brother."
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"Carlos D'Souza."
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Carlos extended his hand.
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Sharp eyes.
Calm smile.
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"The second head of our family."
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Will shook his hand.
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"Pleasure."
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Carlos studied him.
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"I've heard about you."
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Will smiled faintly.
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"I've heard more about you."
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A pause.
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"You handle finance… international operations?"
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Carlos nodded.
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"Asia department."
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Silence.
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"What do you think about it?" Will asked.
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Carlos answered calmly—
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"Asia is the future."
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"A manufacturing giant."
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"A growing financial center."
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A pause.
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"And…"
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"…a place of opportunity."
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Will's eyes sharpened.
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"Good."
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Carlos continued—
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"I leave tomorrow."
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"For China."
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A pause.
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"To meet someone."
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Will tilted his head slightly.
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"Who?"
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Carlos smiled faintly.
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"A young businesswoman."
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"Highly influential."
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"In the manufacturing sector."
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Silence.
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Will's expression didn't change.
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But inside—
Something connected.
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China.
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Lei Smith.
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The fourth Eagle.
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Carlos continued—
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"She controls more than people realize."
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A pause.
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"I think…"
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"…she will shape the future."
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Silence.
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Will smiled slightly.
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"I look forward to the results."
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Final Scene
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Far away—
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China.
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Factories.
Lights.
Endless production.
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At the center—
A woman stood.
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Lei Smith.
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Watching everything.
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Controlling everything.
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And soon—
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Someone was coming.
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Not as an enemy.
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Not yet.
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But as a connection.
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A bridge—
Between systems.
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Elsewhere—
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John stood in silence.
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Eyes closed.
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"The pieces…"
He whispered.
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"…are moving."
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A pause.
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"Now…"
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"…let them collide."