Everything fell into place faster than expected.
Just hours after the meeting, Adrian issued his first orders. No chaos. No hesitation. Just action.
His network, silent, faceless, coiled beneath the surface of a dozen nations, had only been waiting for a signal.
Now it was live.
From Jakarta to Lagos, Istanbul to Caracas, operatives stirred.
In every capital where the flame of rebellion still flickered, Adrian's people reached out—not to the loudest, not to the most violent, but to the most intentional.
Movements with discipline. Purpose. Cracks.
They didn't need glory-hungry militants. They needed infrastructure. Ideology. And just enough internal friction to be nudged off course.
It began with logistical support: comms, transport, clean intel. No red flags.
They were ghosts.
But one month later, those ghosts were running the show.
They became military advisors, fund managers, political whisperers.
