The room was dim, lit only by the glow of a cracked laptop screen. Kodi sat back, fingers trembling as he decrypted a trove of files stolen from a hidden Rothschild archive.
Images flickered—grainy photos, secret meetings, classified memos.
1963, Washington D.C.
A smoky back room in a private club.
A sharply dressed man extended a hand across the table.
"We have a mutual interest in stability," the man said, voice low but steady. "And influence."
Across from him, a stern-faced FBI director nodded, lighting a cigar.
"Resources will flow. In exchange, your operations remain untouched."
The handshake sealed a silent pact: wealth for power, secrets for silence.
1987, New York
A young Rothschild heir, dressed impeccably, met with a mid-level FBI analyst. The two exchanged briefcases—one filled with cash, the other with dossiers on political targets.
Whispers echoed of covert surveillance, financial manipulation, and a shadow government operating beneath the public eye.
2005, Langley Headquarters
An encrypted memo marked "Top Secret" detailed the creation of a joint cyber initiative: Project Halberd.
"Leveraging private assets for national security," the memo read."Authorized collaboration with Rothschild financial networks."
Present Day
Kodi's eyes narrowed.
The Rothschilds didn't just buy influence—they owned the system.
Every agent. Every operation. Every move Kodi made had been inside their chessboard all along.
He whispered:
"The real enemy isn't just NullSyntax… it's the whole damn house."