Requesting Access to Remove: Project Axolotl…
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[Agent Eagle - Alina Vasile]
Ex-CIA. Her dream was to become a chef, but because of her knowledge and hacking abilities, she ended up following in her father's footsteps. A prodigy turned workaholic, she is a Romanian‑origin daughter of the Head of the FBI and a Chief Medicus member involved in multiple confidential projects. She is one of the most valuable assets and the main strategist of Axolot…
[Message Archives]
Happy Birthday, Cupcake
Ivan: Happy birthday, Alina. Well, got all your favourite food and… see you tonight.
Suki: Many, many happy returns of the day; may your days be happier and prosperous. I miss our vacation time with you in Japan, so come soon :)
Orion: Happy birthday sister from another mother. As much as I need your strawberry cupcakes, please I'll take you on a date XD Have a lovely day. I took Ivan's shift btw
Levi: Happy birthday, Alina. Have a joyous life ahead…
[Abnormal Files]
So, what do you want us to stream about?
Amid the dark, damp tunnel, the woman was talking to a group of people with video equipment.
You sure won't get banned for this content?
Let us take care of it—things like these trends more.
From a schizophrenic clairvoyant
to an unknown abnormal cult… and
the loss of my team, who risked their lives
to stop those things I mentioned from becoming reality. Nah, that's too much to believe.
I have proof of a conspiracy and documents about Syveron regarding the missing people.
Whoa! That's a huge lawsuit you've got there. Do you think they did it?
You will know. So, can you help?
Of course, I can. They won't target underdogs like us, and many already have beef with these top leagues, so yeah. But why is there no police outreach about these missing people?
There's something suspicious about it. That's why I reached out to you.
(Well, it's hard to find someone who's been framed as dead to the world.)
And what about their parents?
Oh, they have lost hope.
(They lied about comrades who died in combat.)
Well, I'll try my best to make it trend in the media.
Thanks.
(Hopefully they can't be banned like the news channels.)
[Hadeon Evolution]
I hereby present to you the future and the end.
With these new samples, we are ready to change the way we govern the world. With a single dose of Treceptonin, anyone can become a god! With the single dose of new Hadeon, a single person is enough to cause massive biological warfare. All for us to sit on the throne and watch the nations fight and our dear Syveron to die in fucking vain.
[Soul Decent]
How long shall we wait?
Patience, Dar, the stage needs more souls.
Mistress, we found the sage.
Good. It's time.
A pearlescent woman in royal white-gold attire takes her crimson hands out of the dead body's chest. An eight-foot-tall man hefts the titanium suitcase. The female butler walks behind the mistress. They were in the pile of a thousand corpses. The women and their group reach the beach as blood spills over the coast.
[The End]
Syveron cares for you and will shape the world for…
I turned off the TV, gathered my clothes to get ready. My bed was cluttered with documents, drives, a laptop, and a firearm. As I put on my jacket, the phone rang. After encrypting the line, I picked up.
—
"Eagle, got the location and ID."
"F**k off, Clay!"
"Your contract will be void if you do this. You know about this, right?"
"My team is dead, Cassie! And you're the last person I need help from… Forget it, just give me the target already!"
"Okay, get to the shipyard."
"Who is my target?! Scouter?"
"No. It's me."
"Wait?!"
"This is the only leverage you have to get out of them."
"Are you kidding me?!"
"If you survive, they can't kill you. I'm better off dead anyway."
"You soulless piece of sh*t!"
"Even I miss them too; you're not the only person sobbing…"
"Shut up!"
"Bye."
The call ended.
—
I carried everything I needed to finish this once and for all.
There were a few groups of people in black when I got another call. I felt they were all assassins. As I got out of my car, I removed my sidearm. Two agents were about to shoot me. I got a call. They stopped. All of them. I knew what was coming. How long could I hide from them? No matter how smart I am, emotion got the better of me. It was a trap from the beginning, just as I anticipated. But it got personal.
—
"Hello?"
"I am sorry, Alina."
"Dad!"
—
(Gunshot)
I was shot. My father was behind me. Another man said,
"Great, father killing his daughter. Now kill him."
"What, wait, I did what…?"
(Gunshot)
"Last chance, Alina. Are you still with us? You can be the new lead for the squad and start a new team, a new life."
"F**k you!"
"Ivan is okay with it."
"Shut up already…"
"All the brains, but still useless. That's it, hop into the ship, people. Subject and her father dead. Over."
The rest of the crowd followed the ship as it was time to leave. "Why, Dad…" I said as my dad was long gone. He shot me in the stomach to avoid sudden death, on purpose. All I could think of was the last time I saw him, and this is how it ends.
"All the best, Cupcake."
"Thank you, Daddy."
"Once you win this, let's go get your favorite ice cream, okay?"
"What about Rose? Can she have it too? And Mom?"
"Well, she can have it with the clips, so it's fine. And Mom's busy."
"Oh. Okay then—promise?"
"Promise."
The person is dying. It was late on a foggy, humid night near the coast of an island. A ship's horn bellowed as it sailed away, leaving a trail of blood draining from her body. She struggled to reach her phone—it was her mom calling…
—
"Hey, Alina."
"Hey, Mom…"
"What's going on? Where are you?"
"Mom… I love you all."
"What's happening?! Alina…!"
The call ended.
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Project Axolotl Removed.
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Alina is dead. Posting the logs on the dark web…
[Log 1 — Gambit]
"I was an employee of Syveron—one of the trillion-dollar giants that own everything.
I was one of the brains behind their shadows: tampering with evidence, smuggling money, moving toxic and contagious substances, kidnapping, torture… genocide on a scale you can't imagine.
I can't say more. If I do, they might make you insane—I'm not kidding. By the time you read this, I'll already be dead. But know this—Syveron has to fall.
My team was executed for losing control. Too many lives ruined. Mine included. We were given a second chance, and we fought—against monsters, immortal anomalies, cults that shouldn't exist. Most of you will never know what I'm talking about. And maybe that's how they want it.
But it was all Syveron's fault. And when it mattered most, they betrayed us because we should never have existed.
So here I am, posting the last of what I have. The evidence. The truth. Don't trust Syveron. Don't make the same mistake we did.
They are inevitable, yes. But if we fight, the truth can still be revealed—even without powers.
That's all I have left. These are the stories, in their view. Where it all begins… caused by one of us.
May God be with you."
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Chapter ends.