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That card was issued by the President himself. Possession of it carried the President’s full authority.
Ferran gulped. His voice dropped, almost a whisper.
“Where did you get this? How… how.. how is this possible p>
Marcus’s tone stayed even. “Scan it. Check your log p>
Gabriel’s voice ripped through the tension. He was still on the floor, both hands clamped over his stomach, body shaking harder now.
“What are you doing?! I am dying here! Please help p>
He twisted, eyes wild, sweat pouring down his face. Darren forced words out between clenched teeth.
“I don’t care whatever he is. He is fucking lying p>
Cory’s voice cracked next, thin with pain and desperation. “Yeah. He is nobody. Don’t let us die! Please p>
Ferran could not ignore the card. Protocol left him no choice. If it turned out to be truth and he ignored it, he could be sacked and worst, spent time in jail p>
He snapped his fingers. One of his officers stepped forward carrying a compact verification unit-the same hardened scanner every Division kept sealed in their kit. Ferran took it himself, slid the platinum card into the reader, and watched the screen light up.
Credentials scrolled into view. Marcus’s identity resolved in clear text: active secret agent, current presidential mission status confirmed, free-pass authority verified at the highest level. The system returned a green confirmation tone.
It even brought out Marcus passport.
Ferran gulped hard, the sound audible in the sudden hush. Instantly the old, whispered rumors flooded back through his mind: the free-pass platinum card was no ordinary
credential.
Whoever the President himself handed one to carried the highest authority in the nation. Anyone who dared obstruct that person-civilian or officer-would be treated as a state criminal, stripped of rank, dragged before a military tribunal, and buried under charges that ended careers and lives.
He straightened at once, spine locking rigid, and walked straight toward Marcus. Boots crunched over shattered glass.
Dust still drifted in the air from the earlier crash. Every eye in the ruined restaurant tracked
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him.
Gabriel, Cory, Darren, and Matrix stared, faces pale from the spreading poison, certain the commander was about to slap Marcus across the face for fabricating credentials.
Instead Ferran stopped two measured paces away, lowered his head, and bowed deeply from the waist.
“I am sorry,” he muttered, voice tight with controlled shock. “I didn’t know who you were. I shouldn’t have done that p>
The bow hung in the air like a slap of its own. Shock rippled through the room in a visible wave.
“Ferran bowed for Marcus…” Cory whispered, eyes wide, one hand still pressed to his twisting
stomach.
Matrix’s pale face twisted in pure confusion. “Why would he…? What the hell is that card p>
Mr. Warren’s roar cut across the silence like a blade.
“He is the one that poisoned my son! And you are bowing for him? Are you crazy p>
Ferran’s anger flared hot and sharp. Seconds earlier he had almost ordered a man’s fingers blown off on Warren’s word alone. If he had acted before the scan finished, he himself would have been finished-stripped of command, charged as a state criminal, and ruined.
He spun on his heel and strode toward Warren as his face darkened.
Warren kept shouting, face red, finger jabbing the air. “Deal with him right now! Force the antidote out of him or I swear p>
Smack.
Ferran’s open palm cracked across Warren’s cheek with brutal, deliberate force. The older man staggered sideways, one knee buckling hard against a broken chair.
With that. Everyone knew this wasn’t a joke anymore. Mr. ferran wasn’t on third side.
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Mr. Warren staggered back, one hand clamped to his stinging cheek. His eyes watered from the force of the blow. He frowned hard, the red mark already blooming across his skin.
“What’s happening? Why are you doing this to me?” His voice cracked with outrage and disbelief. “I brought you here. You shouldn’t be treating me like this p>
Ferran turned slowly, expression cold and absolute. He wiped his palm against his uniform as if the contact had dirtied him.
“Look. This is simple. Your boy is dying, and I will not interfere at all. You should do whatever he said. Okay p>
Warren’s face twisted. “This is unlawful! My son will die p>
Gabriel’s body jerked on the floor. Sweat poured down the young man’s face. His hands clawed at his stomach as fresh waves of pain rolled through him. Cory curled tighter, breath coming in short, panicked gasps. Darren’s teeth ground together so hard the sound carried. Matrix’s pale lips trembled; every breath felt thinner than the last. None of them knew the substance was only a powerful temporary agent designed to mimic slow poison-enough to terrify them, never enough to kill.
To them it was death closing in.
Gabriel’s cry tore through the ruined dining room. “Dad… it hurts… please p>
Ferran left Warren standing there and walked straight to Marcus. Glass crunched under his boots. When he stopped, he bowed deeply from the waist, lower than before.
“I am sorry for my stupidity,” he said, voice tight. “You are free to do whatever you want with me p>
Marcus did not even glance at him. Ferran was not clean either. He had arrived solely because a wealthy man had called. Without the platinum card the outcome would have been very different. Marcus turned instead toward Gabriel.
Mr. Warren could no longer bear the sight. His son’s face had gone gray. Gabriel’s eyes locked on his father, wild with pain and fear.
“Dad… please… I’m begging you… help me p>
Warren’s knees hit the debris-strewn floor hard. Broken glass bit into his trousers. He crawled forward a few inches, hands raised in open plea.
“Please just forgive my son! He will die at this rate. Whatever you want-money, influence, anything-just give him the antidote p>
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Marcus’s mouth curved into a slow, cold smile.
“What I want,” he said quietly, “is the truth p>
Silence stretched for a single heartbeat. Then Matrix’s voice broke.
“Yeah… we killed Aaron.” The words came out raw. “We killed him on the rooftop that day. He came and warned us to confess to leaking the files. We threw him down. He didn’t commit suicide p>
Cory’s sob followed at once. Tears streaked the dust on his cheeks.
“In fact, we have a video of it. Mr. Gabriel actually kept it because he wanted to use it as leverage on our parents, so we wouldn’t betray him. Please… just give us the antidote p>
Marcus’s smile widened a fraction. He had gotten the truth he wanted.
He slipped one hand into his pocket and drew out two small vials. Without a word he tossed one to Matrix and the other to Cory. Both men caught them with shaking hands, twisted the caps off, and drank.
Within seconds the crushing pressure in their chests began to ease. Color returned to their faces. Their breathing steadied. The false agony receded like a tide going out, leaving only residual tremors and the heavy knowledge of what they had just confessed.
Gabriel and Darren still writhed on the floor, eyes wide with desperate hope and growing dread as they watched the others recover.
Mr. Warren remained on his knees, staring up at Marcus.
Cory and Matrix’s faces had already cleared as the false weakness left their bodies.
Darren seeing this, immediately also spouted out, “We really did it, as they said, and Gabriel has been our leader then!, He pushed us to it p>
Marcus tossed another vials toward him without a word. Darren caught it, drank, and within moments the crushing pressure eased from his chest as strength flowed back into his limbs.
Gabriel watched it all from the floor, eyes wide as he realized he had no choice left. His body still shook under the lingering agent while sweat streaked his face.
“I… I ordered it,” he confessed, voice breaking. “I told them to throw Aaron off the roof that day after he warned us about the leaked files. That’s the true!. Please don’t let me die p>
Marcus tossed the last vial to him. Gabriel drank greedily as the effects faded fast, leaving him sitting upright amid the debris, trembling only from the weight of what he had just admitted.
Now the ruined dining room hung heavy with the truth as everyone felt the full force of the confessions that had spilled out. No one spoke for a long moment while the air itself seemed
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to press down on them.
If the true go viral, they would be jailed!. And thier future would be ruin.
Mr. Warren saw his son sitting up and looking whole again. He rushed forward at once, dropping to one knee beside Gabrielas he gripped the young man’s shoulders.
“Are you all right? Truly all right p>
Gabriel nodded quickly, still pale but steady. “I’m very okay, Dad p>
Warren’s relief lasted only a second before he turned on Marcus, eyes hard as he rose to his full height.
“Well, you got your truth, but that will be nothing if you think you can use this against us! Then you are stupid, because I will claim it under duress-you forced it out of our mouths- and also you will be charged for murder attempt. No matter any card or free pass, if this makes social media, you will be gone p>
Marcus only scoffed, the sound low and dismissive as he slipped the empty platinum case back into his jacket as he stated, “You didn’t even feel remorse of what you did p>
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