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WHAT IS “RELENTLESS” ABOUT?

“Relentless” propels readers through the thrilling journey of Abi Spencer and her fiercely loyal friend Winn Starr as they confront a perilous world rife with hidden agendas and unyielding foes. Maxwell Thrasher, with his insidious technological implant threatening humanity’s very existence, is recklessly advancing the untested device, fully aware of its malevolent intent and catastrophic potential. With unwavering resolve, Abi and Winn team up with Dr. Caroline Kramer and Coop Kennedy, racing against time to devise bold strategies that will thwart Thrasher’s sinister plans, plunging them into a complex web of intrigue, betrayal, and an inspiring battle for survival against staggering odds.

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RELENTLESS – D.S. FACTOR

Chapter Seventeen

The adrenaline still coursed through their veins as the team regrouped in the warehouse, the echo of their failed attempt at the Global Alliance Forum 25 haunting their every move. The chaos had been relentless—security teams tightening their noose around them, Thrasher’s cronies ensuring that every exit was a trap. It was only by sheer luck and calculated desperation that they slipped away, leaving behind the fallout of their exposed plans. The forum floor, once filled with hope for revealing the truth, had become a warzone of misdirection and deceit. 

Now, hidden in the relative safety of their makeshift command center, the weight of their failure pressed heavily on their shoulders. Every sound outside the warehouse felt like a threat, every second ticking away their chances of overturning Thrasher’s narrative. Eli Thorne knew the stakes had never been higher. Their narrow escape wasn’t victory—it was merely survival. And survival wasn’t enough. 

Low-humming laptops flickered with endless streams of code, half-empty energy drinks littered the tables, and the faint glow of fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. Coop sat at the helm, his hands flying across the keyboard, sweat beading on his forehead. 

“We’re blind. Every single surveillance channel’s locked,” he grumbled, his voice tight with frustration. 

Caroline paced behind him, gnawing the edge of her fingernail. “If we can’t find an entry point, Thrasher’s narrative goes unchallenged. He wins.” 

“No,” Eli Thorne said firmly, his figure cast in shadows. “We find a way. Thrasher’s lies won’t hold under the weight of the truth.” His voice was steady, but beneath it ran a current of smoldering anger. 

Abi, perched on the edge of a cluttered desk, frowned as she adjusted the mic on her headset. “If this truth even makes it out there,” she muttered. “We’re outgunned, outmaneuvered, and, let’s face it, outnumbered.” 

Brad’s voice crackled through the comms as he surveyed the perimeter outside the warehouse. “We’ve got a bigger problem. Security is sweeping the area hard. We’ve got maybe 15 minutes before they find us.” 

Back in Paris, the sprawling chaos of the Global Alliance Forum 25 filled Thrasher’s screens. Delegates moved in tightly controlled patterns, watched by his tactical security team. But here in their safe house, tension simmered in stark contrast. 

Eli, still waiting on Coop’s frantic work, locked eyes with Winn, who leaned casually against the wall, flipping a data chip between her fingers. “Any pearls of wisdom, Winn?” Thorne asked. 

Winn raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Just that we could use a miracle about now.” 

Caroline spun around. “We’re out of time, Eli. We need to move.” 

But Eli didn’t flinch. His eyes stayed on the screens. “Not yet.” He nodded at Coop. “What’s our progress with the dead man’s switch?” 

Coop hesitated, his fingers halting. “Not good. Whatever Thrasher’s team deployed, it’s military-grade countermeasures. I haven’t seen anything like it before.” 

“Well,” Caroline snapped, her nerves fraying, “get creative.” 

Coop shot her a look but said nothing, diving back into his work. 

Eli stepped closer, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the lines of code scrolling on the monitor. “Coop, forget the countermeasures. Focus on their internal comms.” 

Coop blinked. “You’re thinking… infiltration?” 

“They’ve locked us out. It’s time to turn their own tech against them.” 

Caroline frowned. “That’s a long shot, Eli. We’re low on resources, out of time, and surrounded.” 

Eli glanced at her, his expression hard but resolute. “It’s all we’ve got. If we don’t act now, Thrasher consolidates his power—and we might not get another chance.” 

For a moment, the room fell silent except for the rapid clack of Coop’s keys. Then Brad’s voice came over the comms again, sharper. “Eli, security’s moving faster than we thought. You’ve got maybe ten minutes.” 

Coop let out a small, triumphant laugh. “Got it! I’ve piggybacked onto their internal feeds. We can see everything they see.” 

“Show me,” Eli ordered. 

The screens flickered, and new feeds filled them—grainy footage from Thrasher’s surveillance network. One camera displayed the conference floor, where global leaders debated under the watchful eye of Thrasher’s assistants. Another showed security teams moving methodically through the venue, closing in on what they thought were the usurpers. 

“This is it,” Eli said, his mind racing. “Caroline, start pulling visual data. Anything that contradicts Thrasher’s ‘evidence.’ Coop, find a way to loop the feeds. If we can buy ourselves even a few more minutes…” 

“And then what?” Caroline asked, her voice tinged with exasperation. “You can’t just walk back into that room and declare victory.” 

Eli turned to her, his gaze fierce. “No, but I can plant the seed of doubt. Thrasher relies on control—control of the narrative, control of the room. If we disrupt that, even for a moment, we give people a reason to question him.” 

Caroline stared at him, then sighed. “Fine. But if this goes sideways…” 

“It won’t,” Eli said, though his voice carried the weight of uncertainty. 

Brad interrupted. “They’re almost here. We’ve got to move.” 

Eli grabbed his earpiece, his voice low but commanding. “Brad, get ready. We’re coming to you.” 

The team scrambled to pack up their equipment. As the faint sound of boots echoed just outside the warehouse doors, Eli took one last look at the screens. Thrasher’s smiling face filled them—a chilling reminder of the battle ahead. 

“This isn’t over,” Eli muttered under his breath. Then, with a nod to his team, he led them out into the shadows. 

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