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Kenny and Steve save the World, there is a epilogue to this, so final posting will be tomorrow. Glad you lot have enjoyed it
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Chapter 18: The Price The silence that followed Enrico Alvarez’s declaration—"The Coyote has come to collect his due"—lasted only a single heart beat. Wolf, recognizing the absolute end of his empire and the personal hatred in Enrico’s eyes, didn't waste time with dialogue. His face contorted from fury to primal panic. “Kill him! Now!” Wolf demanded, scrambling backward toward the relative safety of the massive, looming concrete of the dam wall, desperately clutching his briefcase.
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P.E.T. It's interesting. I've been working and refining these last few chapters. Working on Will specifically because I am seeing a need to change some of the ways Will thinks, and operates. he can't be Mister Smith Goes to Washington, it doesn't work anymore. He's been that man. You can't fight the man when you are the man.
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Will is about to have his three ghosts moment.
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Somehow still not enough cups for this morning.
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Chapter Twenty-Seven WORLD END: T-minus 99 days, 16 hours, and 45 minutes 24 Sussex Drive, Ottawa, Ontario The grand hallway of 24 Sussex Drive, usually a corridor of hushed, historical significance, was a landscape of discarded cushions and frantic energy. The deep velvet curtains were drawn against the November snow, muffling the sounds of official Ottawa. Weston, Jacob, and Tommy, clad in comfortable—if slightly stained—tracksuits, slid to a halt just inside the kitchen
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You might be right there, so Caleb's in Toronto "P :: draws a technicality card ::
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Nope, and no one in Ottawa is aware, yet, of Pierre Thorne's aspirations.
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so after this one, I have :
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Told you all, Steve and Kenny save the world
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Chapter 17: The Hijacking The hum of the server room was a low, aggressive drone, a physical manifestation of a trillion computations happening every second. It was the sound of Wolf’s final, catastrophic will being executed. Steve, hunched over the primary console, didn't need a status display to feel the pressure; the air itself felt heavy, charged with impending disaster. In the center of the main display was a timer, ticking down through minutes and seconds. 00:09:47 B
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Lisinitor and what it does to Andrew is crucial for the next book, and you nailed it right here. It's a weapon that is going to flay the Order as much as it harms Andrew.
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Thorpe put it best, it's Story book vs Battlefield. Will, like it or not, is a War Time Leader. He can't hide behind his shield, he has to draw his sword. The question becomes, will he be too late?
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32 chapters in this one. The question becomes, is Will strong enough?
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Whoa, beaten to the cup! Morning buddy!
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Chapter Twenty-Six *** WORLD END: T-minus 98 days, 0 hours, and 00 minutes Château Laurier, Ottawa, Ontario The dining room of the Château Laurier was a sanctuary of a bygone era, all dark, polished wood and gilded mirrors that held the ghosts of a thousand political deals. Winter light, sharp and clear, streamed through the tall windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing like forgotten secrets in the air. Will Carter sat in a corner, the pristine white tablecloth before
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Well Yani did find that someone in the PCO altered Will's orders. And since Will is being stubborn and not taking Andrew's call, he isn't aware that his orders were changed. He is of the opinion that Andrew is doing one thing, Andrew thinks Will has ordered something else. And so our resident stubborn gits, are on a collision course.
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Hello Lobito
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Chapter 16: The Anvil The Armored Rover—a hulking, matte-grey fortress of a Land Rover—moved with deceptive silence through the dense, snowy woods. The cold had settled in, giving the air a brittle, sharp quality that bit at the edges of the cabin's heating system. Inside the vehicle, the atmosphere was tight, focused, and pressurized. Kenny’s hands were steady on the wheel, the cold aluminum of the steering boss a meager anchor against the adrenaline that had been surging through him since
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I just learned, today, that Ben has passed away. It hasn't hit me yet, but will, soon. That beautiful, kind soul. Forgive me for not being braver, more understanding...
