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RELENTLESS – D.S. FACTOR

Chapter Twelve  

“Oh my God, I’m so glad you got the message and had the presence of mind to understand it!”, Caroline relayed, visibly relieved.

“What is this all about?”, Abi responded, hopeful to find an ally in the events that had happened over the past few days.

“We don’t have a lot of time for explanation, but we do need to meet to grab the opportunity to resolve the issue once and for all.”

“Where are you right now?”

“I’ll text you the information discreetly to avoid any unexpected visitors. If you’ve experienced what I have the past few days, I trust you understand my meaning.”

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Having stepped onto the porch with drinks in hand, the sounds of cicadas and frogs echoed in the cool evening air.

“Paris? Seriously? Why would this doctor be in Paris of all places?” Wynn asked Abi after reading the message on the iPhone screen.

Gently wafting through the nearby cornfields, the wind breezed across the overgrown lawn, tossling Abi’s hair as she took a sip of cider from the glass she’d discovered in the dusty cabinet over the kitchen sink, cleaning it before taste testing the rusty colored liquid they’d found while searching the farm cabin.

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Winn Starr stood in the shadows of a dimly lit café in the heart of Des Moines, her eyes scanning the room for a familiar face. It had been years since she last saw Marcus, but she knew he was the only one who could help them now.

The door chimed as a tall, lean figure stepped inside, his face partially obscured by a baseball cap. Winn’s heart skipped a beat. It was him. She watched as Marcus made his way to the back of the café, slipping into the seat opposite her with a practiced ease.

“It’s been a while,” Marcus said, his voice low and cautious.

“Too long,” Winn replied, forcing a smile. “I need your help, Marcus. It’s urgent.”

Marcus leaned in, his eyes narrowing. “What’s going on, Winn?”

Winn took a deep breath and began to explain everything – the break-in, the mercenaries, the urgent call from Caroline, and their need to get to Paris undetected. Marcus listened intently, his expression unreadable.

“So, you need new identities and passports,” he said finally. “You know this won’t be easy, or cheap.”

“I know,” Winn said. “But we don’t have a choice. Can you do it?”

Marcus leaned back, contemplating. “I can help, but it will take some time. You’ll need to lay low until I get everything sorted. Do you have a safe place to stay?”

“We have a cabin outside of town,” Winn replied. “We’ll stay there until we hear from you.”

“Good,” Marcus said, nodding. “I’ll need some basic information – new names, birthdates, and a bit of a backstory. And I’ll need a photo of each of you. Make sure they’re not the ones on your current IDs.”

Winn reached into her bag and pulled out a folder. “I came prepared,” she said, handing it over. “Everything you need is in there.”

Marcus glanced through the papers, nodding in approval. “Alright, give me a few days. I’ll be in touch.”

Winn felt a wave of relief wash over her. “Thank you, Marcus. I owe you one.”

“Just stay safe,” Marcus said, standing up. “And stay hidden. I’ll find you when it’s done.”

With that, he slipped out of the café, leaving Winn to process the gravity of their situation. She quickly finished her coffee and left, making her way back to the cabin.

As she drove through the quiet countryside, Winn couldn’t help but feel a mix of anxiety and determination. They were taking a huge risk, but it was their only chance to uncover the truth and stop whatever dark plans were in store.

When she arrived at the cabin, Abi was waiting anxiously. “Did you see him?” she asked.

Winn nodded. “Marcus will help us. It will take a few days, but we’ll get our new identities and passports.”

Abi sighed in relief. “Thank you, Winn. I don’t know what we’d do without you.”

“We’re in this together,” Winn said, embracing her friend. “We’ll get through this, I promise.”

As they settled in for another tense night at the cabin, the weight of their mission loomed over them. But for the first time in days, they felt a glimmer of hope. They had a plan, they had each other, and they had a chance to fight back.š

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Caroline Kramer sat in a quaint café along the Seine, her gaze fixed on the shimmering reflection of the Eiffel Tower in the water. Paris had always been a city of solace for her, a place where history and innovation collided in a dance that was uniquely its own. Now, it was her refuge and her battleground.

The past few days had been a whirlwind of evasion and planning. After her harrowing escape from MedAmerica One, Caroline had used every bit of her ingenuity to cover her tracks and make it to Paris undetected. She chose the city for its vast networks and the anonymity it provided amidst its bustling streets.

Taking a sip of her espresso, she glanced at her watch. Abi and Winn were due to arrive in a couple of days, and Caroline knew she had to be prepared. She had secured a modest apartment in the Marais district, a place where they could lay low and strategize their next move.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the buzzing of her phone. It was an encrypted message from her contact in the French intelligence community. Caroline had called in a favor, one of the few she had left, to gain access to resources that might help them unravel the conspiracy they were up against.

Opening the message, she scanned the contents quickly. It was information about Maxwell Thrasher and his recent activities in Europe. Caroline’s heart pounded as she read about his connections to several high-ranking officials and private security firms. The web of deceit and power was more intricate than she had imagined.

She saved the documents to her secure drive and leaned back, closing her eyes for a moment. The weight of the situation bore down on her, but she steeled herself with the knowledge that she wasn’t alone. Abi and Winn were her allies, and together they stood a chance.

Deciding she needed some fresh air, Caroline left the café and wandered through the narrow streets of the Marais. The historic buildings, with their ornate balconies and hidden courtyards, provided a strange sense of comfort. She thought of her father, a history professor who had instilled in her a love for ancient cities and their secrets. It was ironic, she mused, that her life’s work had led her to a modern conspiracy that felt as old as time itself.

Caroline’s reverie was broken by the sound of distant laughter. She looked up to see a group of children playing by a fountain, their carefree joy a stark contrast to her turmoil. She smiled despite herself, feeling a flicker of hope. Paris was a city of resilience, and so was she.

As she continued her walk, Caroline made a mental checklist of everything she needed to do before Abi and Winn arrived. They would need safe transport, reliable communication channels, and a detailed plan of action. She also needed to verify the intel she had just received and cross-reference it with her own findings.

By the time she returned to her apartment, the sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the rooftops. Caroline sat at her desk, flipping open her laptop. The encrypted files stared back at her, a digital representation of the danger they faced. But she was ready. She had to be.

Logging into her secure network, she began to compile the data, piecing together the puzzle that was Maxwell Thrasher. She felt a surge of determination as she worked late into the night, knowing that every keystroke brought them closer to the truth.

When Abi and Winn arrived, they would find Caroline prepared, a fortress of knowledge and resolve. Together, they would confront the shadows that had brought them to this point and fight for a future free from the tyranny of unchecked power.

In the heart of Paris, amidst the echoes of its storied past, Caroline felt the stirrings of something she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in a long time: hope.

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