The latest installment of my featured novel “Relentless” is here!
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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 Twenty-Three
The Gulfstream touched down in D.C. under a veil of pre-dawn fog, its arrival logged only in encrypted channels. No manifest. No clearance. Just a silent glide into the belly of a city already infected.
Thrasher stepped onto the tarmac, his coat catching the wind like a shadow with intent. Reeves followed, tablet in hand, eyes scanning the latest neural syncs. The East Coast grid was stabilizing—compliance rates climbing. Behavioral nudges were subtle but cumulative: a senator’s sudden change in voting language, a media anchor’s shift in tone, a school district’s unexplained curriculum pivot.
Inside the convoy, Thrasher reviewed the new anomaly: Subject 47—Senator Camille Rourke. Her neural pattern had begun to loop erratically, mimicking Olivia’s final arc but without cessation. Resistance. Not rejection. A recursive defiance.
“She’s not flatlining,” Reeves said, voice low. “She’s adapting.”
Thrasher’s gaze narrowed. “That’s not in the protocol.”
He tapped into Rourke’s live feed. Her speech from the night before played back in fragments—phrases that had been seeded weeks ago now twisted, reframed. She was improvising. Not from instinct, but from something deeper. A memory echo.
Thrasher leaned forward. “She’s remembering.”
Reeves hesitated. “We scrubbed her archive.”
“Not all of it. The hippocampal bleed—it’s always a risk with high-empathy subjects.”
He opened a secondary schematic: Echo Protocol. A contingency never deployed. It was designed to overwrite not just behavior, but identity—reconstructing memory scaffolds with synthetic anchors. Dangerous. Unstable. But effective.
“Activate Echo Protocol,” Thrasher said.
Reeves blinked. “Sir, that’s irreversible.”
“So was Olivia.”
Outside, the convoy passed the Capitol. Surveillance nodes blinked silently from rooftops, syncing with the implant grid. The city was awake now—coffee brewing, screens glowing, minds primed for suggestion.
Thrasher watched the sunrise fracture through the skyline. “Truth is a luxury. Memory is leverage.”
Reeves nodded, fingers dancing across the tablet. “Echo Protocol: initializing.”
In a quiet suburb, Camille Rourke paused mid-sentence during a live interview. Her eyes flickered. A beat of silence. Then she smiled—eerily calm.
“I’ve reconsidered,” she said. “We must trust the system. It’s the only way forward.”
Thrasher exhaled slowly. The override held.
But beneath the surface, something stirred. A ripple in the data. A ghost in the signal.
And somewhere in the Pacific Northwest, a forgotten server farm blinked to life—Thorne’s team had found the original implant schematics. Not the ones Thrasher had seeded. The ones he’d buried.
Phase Three was coming.
But so was something else.
Something he hadn’t accounted for.
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