Location: Tavara – Ashford's Mobile Command Node, Underground Server Grid
A dozen screens lit the pitch-black room, flickering with strings of code, satellite feeds, intercepted transmissions, and facial recognition locks. Ashford's eyes reflected the digital chaos, but his fingers moved like a conductor leading a symphony of cyberwarfare.
Damien's voice came through the secure line. "It's time. We go public."
Ashford didn't look up. "You want a leak or a flood?"
"Flood it."
"Done."
With a few keystrokes, decades' worth of Calloway's hidden communications began uploading to an array of anonymous whistleblower channels. Audio clips, video files, kill orders, offshore laundering, contracts with disavowed operatives. Every secret he'd buried under layers of power was now unraveling before the world's eyes.
Ashford leaned back. "The storm's out of the bottle, boss."
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Location: Tavara – Government Broadcast Hub, 11:58 PM
Nora, dressed in sleek tactical black, inserted a drive into the override console. The newsroom's live feed, normally looping pre-recorded state-approved stories, suddenly shifted.
Across Tavara—and even beyond—the world watched as Calloway's crimes were played out on primetime screens. His voice ordering assassinations. His signature on black budget transfers. His image laughing with known criminal overlords.
Gasps erupted in homes, in newsrooms, in the very council chamber he once commanded.
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Location: Calloway's Estate – Emergency Bunker
Chaos.
Phones rang. Screens blared. Aides ran in shouting updates that made less and less sense.
Calloway watched the broadcast in silence, the mask finally cracking. "Find me the Kane boy. Find Nora. I want them erased."
One of his aides burst in. "Sir, the military council just suspended your authority. Your convoy clearance has been revoked. There's an arrest warrant pending."
Calloway's hand trembled around his cane. "They wouldn't dare."
"They already did."
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Location: Damien's War Room, Mobile Operations Center
"We have a short window," Logan reported. "Calloway will try to run. Or worse—detonate everything around him out of spite."
Damien nodded. "We don't just stop him. We erase his network."
He turned to Nora. "You ready for the last play?"
Her voice was cold fire. "I've waited my whole life for it."
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Location: Tavara – Elite District Border, En Route to Calloway's Bunker
An armored convoy rolled through the misty streets. Damien led at point with Logan, Ashford monitoring remotely, and Nora ready to infiltrate the side entrance with a shadow unit.
The radio crackled. "Target location confirmed. Minimal external defenses. But intel says Calloway may be planning a scorched protocol."
Damien's gaze sharpened. "Then let's move. Before Tavara burns."
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Location: Calloway's Bunker – 30 Minutes Later
The wall exploded inward.
Flashbangs. Smoke. Controlled chaos.
Damien charged in, sweeping the room with practiced precision. Gunfire echoed, but only briefly. Logan took down the last of the guards.
Calloway stood behind a reinforced desk, a pistol in one hand and a tablet in the other.
"You can't stop the world from resetting," he growled. "Sometimes, it needs tyrants."
Damien stepped forward. "No. What the world needs are people who remember what it cost to get here."
Calloway raised the gun—too slow.
Nora pulled the trigger.
He dropped.
Silence.
Damien stepped to the desk and picked up the tablet. A flashing countdown stopped at 00:03.
"Close."
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Epilogue Scene – 12 Hours Later, Tavara National Broadcast
Nora stood at a podium. Behind her, Damien, Logan, Ashford, and the few surviving loyalists.
"To those who lost family, to those betrayed by greed masquerading as leadership—we promise this: never again. Tavara belongs to its people, not its shadows."
The crowd erupted in applause, not for a speech—but for justice.