Walten Files Mortality の小説・ストーリー

"Every secret The Covenant ever collected. Terabytes of blackmail. Fifty years of leverage. Everything I used to keep people silent and compliant." "Can you destroy it all?" Rodriguez asked. "Every file. Every backup. Every redundant system. The kill code wipes everything simultaneously. Irretrievably. No recovery possible." "Then do it." "I'm giving you the kill codes. Once entered, the process takes approximately four minutes. Complete deletion. The deadman's switch deactivates permanently. Four thousand dossiers. Gone forever." Rodriguez's voice tightened. "Are there files we should preserve? Evidence we could use in prosecution?"

I whispered. I flipped it open. Files. Dozens of them. Each one was labeled with a student’s name. Most were stamped “Deceased.” Nina’s name was there, too. The only ones not marked "Deceased" were the twins, the girl named Marva, and me. My stomach dropped. “What are you doing, Anna?” The voice was low, cold, and sharp enough to freeze my blood. I froze in place, my breath caught in my throat. I carefully set the file back inside the cabinet.

Matthias laughed loudly. “The sly fox knew this day would come and had left the instructions with his lawyer to inform anyone who comes to claim about the clause attached to the Walter share; If a member of the Walter family died before they reached the age of 50, then all their shares with be donated to a military charity event.”

"What's the death toll?" My father commanded as I entered the War room behind Kaine. There were several people gathered around the large table. Torren looked like he was about to say something when one of the other men spoke up. "A total of thirteen dead from the Alpha Summit. Sixteen from the planned attacks across the different packs prior. A total of Twenty Nine needless deaths. All Alphas are accounted for, four dead Lunas and a few deaths related to betas and their mates. From the Summit and a few others." Another man spoke.

She does not need anything more stress to add to her worry. Alpha Erick waits until Luna Kate, and Alanis are gone. Then he pats me on the arm. "Come on, there is one thing about these wolves that is not like us," Alpha Erick says. I follow him into the house where Walter is lying on the floor, dead, covered in blood. He stands over Walter waiting for something.

It hurt so much that I wanted to scream. Once Laura chased me out, I went to the elevator while my head was still swimming, but I made a misstep and fell. My corpse was only discovered a few months after my death. By then, Laura had already married Adam. Both of them opened a company and soon became the richest couple in the area. That thought made me gnash my teeth in anger. “Anya, I still have some business to take care of. I have to leave now. Enjoy the food. I won’t be bothering you two anymore.”

Regina asked, her eyebrows furrowed. Janus shook his head. "It seems there was trouble with the Walden family after Irish was given to Ramona. It only says here that Ramona's husband, Ian Franklin, died two weeks after Irish was given to Ramona." "Are the two related?" Trevor murmured. "We won't know until we ask the person themselves," Trevor said. "But is this the only photo you found of them?" "Yes, this is the only one," Janus said. "It seems to be documented as a requirement for their relocation and name change application. This file is stored at the end of the civil registration file, which is destroyed and updated every 30 years by the system."

It wasn't a liquidation order, and it wasn't a compliance brief from Sophia Lang. It was an automated death certificate, finalized by the London metropolitan forensic desk ten minutes prior. The name on the digital registry was *Victor Hawthorne*, and the cause of death was listed as an acute, untraceable toxin detected during his morning transport from the Carlton Club. Before Elias could process the sudden, violent decapitation of his dynasty, a secondary window popped open on the screen, revealing a pre-recorded video file. The image rendered smoothly, showing Rafe Morale Blackwood sitting inside the darkened interior of an unmarked sedan, a sleek silver briefcase resting on his knees.

Wesley grabbed her by the wedding gown and bellowed, "It is! That's John! For the development of national air defense, he was willing to stay in the North Westonia desert for four years. Even when his burn wounds became infected, he never left his post!" He continued yelling at her, "Where is he! Bring him to me immediately!" The guests were in disbelief to see such a turn of events. Some even secretly live-streamed the entire incident. Nora swept a glance at the window where I was, terrified and panicked. She shuddered and said tremblingly, "M-Mayor W-Walton, there must be a misunderstanding! Today's my wedding day! You have always been looking out for Henry. Can we talk in private?"