Heartstone - Chapter 22: Chapter 22
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Far from the war room and its cold calculations, a quiet man worked in silence.
Mora Daniel, a former intelligence analyst turned private researcher, had once worked closely with General Ryker Voss during the early stages of the Initiative. But the deeper he dug, the more secrets he uncovered—and the darker the truth became.
Mora sat alone in his study, late into the night, eyes fixed on his encrypted terminal. Lines of code flashed, satellite feeds blinked in from classified channels, and documents long buried under layers of black ops clearance now lay open before him.
It wasn’t just about energy.
It wasn’t even about war.
It was about absolute power.
General Voss’s plan was not sanctioned—not fully. The official mission claimed it was for national security and future energy independence. But Mora had uncovered more:
Voss had personally removed several top-ranking officers who questioned the morality of the operation.
He had created a private task force loyal only to him.
And most damning of all—he had begun designing a new world order, with himself at its center, using the not just to power weapons, but to control communication, surveillance, and even human biology.
“This isn’t a war,” Mora whispered into his recorder. “It’s a coup in the shadows. A bid for godhood.”
Mora composed a message. A full dossier. Coordinates. Names. Secret funding trails. He addressed it directly to President Maelor, bypassing the security council, and prepared it for upload.
He never finished.
That night, just before dawn, a fire consumed his home.
No alarms. No neighbors heard a sound. By the time responders arrived, the house had collapsed on itself, reduced to ash.
Mora Daniel, his wife, and two children—gone. No fingerprints. No shell casings. No trace of accelerants.
Just silence.
The official report would call it a gas leak.
But in the shadows, whispers spread.
And far above, in a classified surveillance room, General Voss watched the footage.
“Loose ends,” he muttered, turning off the screen.
He leaned forward, staring at the digital map of the mountains once more, where a glowing dot pulsed—marking the ’s location.
“No more interruptions,” he said.
Mora Daniel, a former intelligence analyst turned private researcher, had once worked closely with General Ryker Voss during the early stages of the Initiative. But the deeper he dug, the more secrets he uncovered—and the darker the truth became.
Mora sat alone in his study, late into the night, eyes fixed on his encrypted terminal. Lines of code flashed, satellite feeds blinked in from classified channels, and documents long buried under layers of black ops clearance now lay open before him.
It wasn’t just about energy.
It wasn’t even about war.
It was about absolute power.
General Voss’s plan was not sanctioned—not fully. The official mission claimed it was for national security and future energy independence. But Mora had uncovered more:
Voss had personally removed several top-ranking officers who questioned the morality of the operation.
He had created a private task force loyal only to him.
And most damning of all—he had begun designing a new world order, with himself at its center, using the not just to power weapons, but to control communication, surveillance, and even human biology.
“This isn’t a war,” Mora whispered into his recorder. “It’s a coup in the shadows. A bid for godhood.”
Mora composed a message. A full dossier. Coordinates. Names. Secret funding trails. He addressed it directly to President Maelor, bypassing the security council, and prepared it for upload.
He never finished.
That night, just before dawn, a fire consumed his home.
No alarms. No neighbors heard a sound. By the time responders arrived, the house had collapsed on itself, reduced to ash.
Mora Daniel, his wife, and two children—gone. No fingerprints. No shell casings. No trace of accelerants.
Just silence.
The official report would call it a gas leak.
But in the shadows, whispers spread.
And far above, in a classified surveillance room, General Voss watched the footage.
“Loose ends,” he muttered, turning off the screen.
He leaned forward, staring at the digital map of the mountains once more, where a glowing dot pulsed—marking the ’s location.
“No more interruptions,” he said.
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