[Target #3 – Nikolai Stravovich]
Known Alias: "Dr. Kozlov"
Position: Silent Director, Vantrov Human Logistics
Location: Private estate, Gjirokastër, Albania
Confirmed Links:
• Child trafficking networks in Moldova, Tunisia, and Vietnam
• Financial routes matched to Fray's clinic asset tree (Code: ARCHIVE-07)
• "Protected" by a NATO security contract (through laundering shell)
Status: Immunity by silence. Unreachable by court.
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Date: January 9, 20XX
Time: 01:03 A.M.
Location: 42°N / 20°E — Southern Albania
The villa was perched in the mountains like a mausoleum.
Steel-reinforced. Thermal blind spots. Surveillance scrubbed clean every six hours.
It was perfect.
Too perfect.
Which is how Derik knew it was staged.
He'd received the files anonymously again. No metadata, no server trail, just a clean drop into a burner system that activated once. Inside were blueprints, patrol schedules, facial recognition logs, and one phrase:
"This is yours. Make it final."
They were watching again.
But Derik wasn't flattered.
He was already planning to turn the cameras back on them.
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02:19 A.M.
He breached the north wall without triggering motion sensors.
The second-floor window was cracked open, just 1.5 inches—enough.
Exactly the same layout as the Fray kill.
Intentional.
He entered.
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02:23 A.M. — Bedroom Chamber
The girl was there. Eleven, maybe twelve.
Sedated. Thin. Breathing unevenly.
Stravovich beside her, passed out from alcohol—or something stronger.
The surveillance lens was in the northwest corner, half the size of a thumb.
Unblinking.
They weren't just testing if he'd kill.
They were testing how.
Derik walked to the bed, removed a small black blade from his coat, and traced the edge across Stravovich's arm. Not cutting. Testing skin reaction.
Still drunk. Still unaware.
He injected a paralytic into the back of the man's neck.
Then waited.
Thirty-two seconds later, Stravovich's eyes opened.
Frozen. Silent. Conscious.
Derik leaned in close, just out of frame of the camera.
"You were never the mission.
You're a mirror."
Stravovich's pupils dilated. The man tried to scream.
Nothing.
Derik pulled out a scalpel and began.
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02:37 A.M. — Extraction Begins
He didn't just kill him.
He performed a deconstruction—exactly like Elena Fray.
• Dissection of vocal cords.
• Arterial exposure.
• Ligature pattern across the same spinal point used in Fray's clinic.
• Fingertips removed last. Teeth extracted, one by one.
Everything recorded.
Not for pleasure.
Not for power.
For message.
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02:54 A.M. — Secondary Movement
Derik wrapped the girl in a clean thermal blanket. Injected a stabilizer. Left a contact chip embedded behind her ear—not from the organization's file. His own rerouted medical line, built months earlier.
She would wake up in twelve hours. Safe.
Untraceable.
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03:02 A.M. — Message Sent
He stared into the lens.
Held up the removed spinal fragment of Stravovich's vertebrae.
And smiled.
Then he pressed a small wireless disruptor.
Signal cut. Camera fried.
Footage gone.
All they would have is the memory of watching him take back control.
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03:46 A.M. — Journal Entry #3
"They staged it. Chose him to mimic Fray. The girl was their test. Their moral lever.
They want to believe they can predict me.
They want to think I'm part of something now.
But they forgot something critical."
"I don't escalate because I'm provoked.
I escalate because I'm learning."