Five friends once stood side by side.
Lucien Viremont was obsessed with history, especially the lives of great leaders. Even as a child, he spoke with the certainty of someone born for power.
Adrian Hale lived and breathed military history, determined from a young age to become an officer in the United States Army.
Marcus Calder had an unusual gift. He could always tell when someone was lying. No one knew how, not even him. He set his sights on the CIA.
Rowan Kade shared Adrian's ambition of military service, but where Adrian focused on leadership, Rowan excelled in strategy and logistics.
And then there was Elara Voss. A financial prodigy who could handle complex taxes before most kids understood basic math. Brilliant, composed, and far ahead of her time. For reasons no one could quite explain, she chose to stay with them.
Twenty years passed.
At thirty-six, each of them had risen to heights few could ever imagine.
Lucien Viremont became the youngest President in United States history.
Adrian Hale rose through the ranks to become the youngest Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.
Marcus Calder, once a Deputy Director, was appointed Director of the CIA by Lucien himself.
Rowan Kade became a Lieutenant General, renowned for his mastery of logistics as the head of Army Materiel Command.
Elara Voss, with unmatched financial brilliance, became the youngest Chairwoman of the Federal Reserve Board.
Power, influence, authority. They had it all.
And yet, despite everything, they remained friends.
On a quiet evening, they gathered at the White House for dinner, just as they had promised they always would.
For a moment, it felt like nothing had changed.
Then the world went silent.
No wind. No distant noise. Not even the faint hum of life beyond the walls.
A sharp ringing pierced their ears.
And then, in front of all of them, something appeared.
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