Chapter 64 – The Penthouse and the Lord
In another part of the city, in a penthouse with an imposing view, the Lord—barely a shadow outlined against the glow of a fireplace—was seated. In his hand, a glass of aged cognac. His two most loyal bodyguards stood motionless in the corners.
The Lord, with a cold and calculating gaze, dialed a number.
On the other end of the call, a feminine shadow received the communication.
"Yes, my Lord."
The Lord's voice was glacial, devoid of even a trace of emotion: "We must repair our failure. Go to the bunker. Three groups of our best special forces will be waiting for you. They are heading to the given coordinates. Total elimination of all the impure ones. Leave no one alive. Do not call me until everything is done. Do you understand?"
The female shadow replied firmly: "Yes, my Lord, I will not fail you."
The Lord responded coldly: "I hope so."
The Female Figure
A female figure dressed in black rode her white 750cc motorcycle at full speed toward an unknown destination. After checking the coordinates on her GPS, she adjusted her path and headed straight toward the location where her assigned mission would begin.
She arrived at a place far removed from civilization: tall walls, fortified gates, and an entrance heavily guarded by armed personnel.
One guard signaled for her to stop and identify herself. She presented her credentials, and the moment the guards saw the documents, all of them straightened instantly.
"Apologies, we didn't know it was you, miss. Please proceed. We'll open the gate for you immediately."
The Infiltration
The motorcycle sped inside at full speed, heading for the only building in the compound—a rectangular monolith with a single entrance, two heavy black metal doors with a shield between them. It was a large circle with three horizontal violet lines.
She got off the bike wearing a tight black suit, her body the living image of Lady Godiva on her white horse. She walked toward the gate. Eight guards were watching it. They made two rows of four to greet the mysterious woman.
She pushed the doors open with both hands, applying some force because of how heavy they were. They made the sound of an old door.
Once the doors opened, an entirely white hall was revealed—so bright it hurt the eyes. A single giant black metallic door stood at the center of the building with the same logo.
She walked toward the door. Every step she took with her black boots echoed on the marble floor. She stood in front of the door and, with a circular movement of her hand, it opened, revealing an elevator with white walls and a marble floor.
She pressed the last button on the console and the elevator began to move, going down faster and me faster—20 levels below.
The elevator stopped. The metallic door opened, showing a cavern the size of a 50‑story building. Warehouses and structures could be seen, many vehicles moving around, big and small, all military. Many uniformed men.
A Humvee was waiting for her. A man in a gray uniform opened the back door.
"Good morning, my lady."
She answered the greeting. "Is everything prepared?"
"Yes," said the soldier. "Only a couple of details left, my lady."
The soldier opened the back door again, letting her get in, then closed it. He sat in the passenger seat and gave an order to the driver: "Take us to sector G‑3."
"Yes, sir," said the driver.
While they headed toward sector G‑3, the soldier gave her a mission briefing—preparations, how many men they had, and the types of weapons.
"We have four SUVs with tinted windows for mission camouflage. M4 rifles, 5.56 caliber, with large silencers, night vision, red‑dot sights. MP5 9mm as secondary weapons, and Glock .40 mm pistols. Communication equipment, bulletproof vests, the famous Chilean knife—the corvo, perfect for close combat. Silver‑coated bullets."
The mysterious woman asked: "And my personal group of men, the 'Black Plague,' are they already in G‑3?"
The soldier confirmed: "Yes, my lady. They were the first ones to arrive and they're ready for the mission."
The mysterious woman inquired: "How long until we get there?"
The soldier replied: "Five minutes, my lady. We have the coordinates, and the mission is to eliminate the impure ones and their creator."
The soldier announced: "We're here, my lady. What are your orders?"
The mysterious woman commanded: "Check that everything is correct and ready to deploy. Call my personal team; I want to speak to them quickly—I don't have all day. Make sure we have enough ammunition, and that every man carries their legendary weapons for when we run out of bullets."
The soldier acknowledged: "Understood, my lady."
Meanwhile, in Walter's mansion, the initiates were waiting for Walter's aunt. They laughed, played, checked their social media like any other young person their age. But their nerves were focused entirely on Walter's aunt—how she would react to Walter's request. That feeling stabbed their souls.
At the same time, they were completely unaware of everything happening out there.
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Hook: That was how the calm ended, just before the storm began…