They wore flawless, matching silver evening gowns, utilizing their identical features to command absolute attention. They were posing as the mysterious heirs to the Volkov Syndicate—a ghost identity Olga had maintained since her infiltration of Orakis.
The security was absolute. Biometric scanners, armed drones, and private military contractors lined the streets. But Victor had invited the worst criminals on Earth, masked as philanthropists, meaning the security was designed to protect the guests, not screen their morals.
They entered the Grand Citadel, the towering central skyscraper of Eden. The ballroom was a breathtaking display of corrupt luxury.
Standing at the top of the grand marble staircase was Victor Kaelen.
He saw them immediately. His polite smile froze, but he didn't call for the guards. He was too arrogant to admit fear in front of his investors. He smoothly descended the stairs, offering a slight bow.
"The Vance sisters," Victor murmured, his voice dripping with venom masked as politeness. "I must admit, I am deeply impressed you showed up to my coronation. I assume you aren't here to invest."
"We’re here to audit the foundation, Victor," Olga said smoothly, sipping a glass of champagne. "A trillion-dollar city built on stolen Genesis algorithms. It’s a beautiful ledger. But it’s fundamentally unbalanced."
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"You have no leverage here, Olga," Victor sneered quietly. "I am a god on this island. My security forces will have you quietly disposed of before the dessert is served."
👉 "I wouldn't bet on your security forces, Victor," Natalia smiled, her eyes flashing with lethal intent as the entire ballroom abruptly plunged into absolute, pitch-black darkness.
The sudden, absolute darkness in the Grand Citadel was followed by a chorus of panicked gasps from the world’s elite billionaires and warlords. The classical music died. The hum of the massive central biometric tower ground to a halt.
Victor Kaelen’s utopian smart city had just suffered a catastrophic power failure.
"Guards! Secure the perimeter! Switch to backup generators!" Victor roared into the darkness, his composed facade instantly shattering.
But the backup generators didn't kick on.
Olga stood perfectly still in the dark, sipping her champagne. "You build a city entirely dependent on quantum-encrypted automated grids, Victor, and you assume it makes you invincible. But automation is a ledger. And every ledger has a backdoor."
"What did you do?" Victor hissed, grabbing Olga roughly by the arm in the dark.
Before Olga could respond, Natalia materialized from the shadows, grabbing Victor’s wrist with bone-crushing, bio-hacked strength. Victor gasped in pain, releasing Olga immediately.
"I didn't hack your grid, Victor," Olga explained calmly, her voice carrying through the panicked room. "I audited your supply chain. You sourced the primary hyper-capacitors for Eden’s power grid from a shell company in Taiwan. A shell company that Commander Cross and Interpol quietly acquired three days ago. We didn't hack you. We sold you defective hardware with a pre-programmed kill-switch."
The emergency red strobe lights finally flickered on, casting a violent, pulsating glow over the ballroom.
The guests were in absolute chaos. The digital locks on the massive vault doors leading out of the Citadel had engaged, sealing the investors inside.
"You’re trapping us all in here!" Victor yelled, realizing his private military contractors were locked out of the ballroom.
"I’m not trapping you, Victor. I’m exposing you," Olga said.
She pulled a sleek, encrypted terminal from her silver clutch and plugged it directly into a data port on a decorative pillar.
The massive digital screens lining the ballroom walls violently flickered to life. But they didn't show the Eden logo. They displayed a massive, scrolling dump of unredacted financial ledgers, wire transfers, and communications.
The guests stopped panicking and stared at the screens in horror.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Olga’s voice boomed over the hacked PA system. "Welcome to Eden. The utopian city funded by Victor Kaelen. Please direct your attention to the screens, where you will see exactly how Mr. Kaelen funded this endeavor. By siphoning your offshore accounts, manipulating your shell companies, and blackmailing your syndicates."
Victor’s face went entirely pale as he watched his darkest secrets broadcast to the very people he had stolen from.
"She’s lying! It’s a fabrication!" Victor screamed to the crowd, backing away.
But the criminals and billionaires in the room were experts in fraud. They recognized their own stolen routing numbers. They recognized the signatures.
The room turned on him instantly. Hundreds of the most dangerous people on Earth glared at Victor, their eyes filled with absolute, murderous rage.
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"You didn't just steal from me, Victor," Olga said softly, watching the crowd close in on the Architect. "You stole from everyone. And an auditor’s job is to ensure the debts are paid."
👉 Victor scrambled backward, drawing a hidden derringer from his suit jacket, but before he could fire at the advancing mob, the massive glass ceiling of the Citadel violently shattered inward.
Heavy, armored Interpol tactical operatives repelled through the shattered glass ceiling of the Grand Citadel, raining down flashbangs and tear gas into the chaotic ballroom.
The operation was a masterpiece of precision timing. Commander Cross had waited for Olga to expose Victor’s fraud and neutralize his private security grid before breaching the sovereign airspace.