The screen lit up, displaying a number Katelyn didn’t recognize. It wasn’t Selina calling.
A tumult of conflicting emotions surged through Katelyn as she saw the unexpected caller ID. Her fingers hovered for a moment before she decisively pressed the ‘answer’ button.
When she answered, a raspy voice greeted her, distorted by layers of electronic interference, making it impossible to tell whether it was male or female. The voice let out a harsh, unsettling laugh.
“Katelyn, I will introduce you to the depths of a living nightmare.”
Her gaze sharpened, her focus intense. “Who are you?” she asked, her tone steady.
But before she could receive any answers, the line went dead.
Katelyn immediately tried calling back, but received no response, leaving her with more questions than answers. She set the phone down and quickly turned her attention to her computer, abandoning her initial plan to infiltrate the T Organization. Instead, she focused on tracing the mysterious phone number.
The distorted voice, coupled with the fact that the call lasted less than thirty seconds, made it impossible to discern the caller’s gender or pinpoint the exact IP address.
Her determination grew as she recalled the persistent feeling of being watched back in Granville—a sensation that only intensified since arriving in Yata.
The recent incident involving the dart, combined with the anonymous, threatening call, deepened the mystery and raised the stakes.
Katelyn remained resolute. She was committed to uncovering the mastermind behind these threats. She set her phone aside and once again focused her attention on the T Organization.
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The T Organization, known globally as a formidable mercenary group, employed some of the best hacking teams in the world. Multiple firewalls, each equipped to trigger alarms and activate anti-location measures, protected their systems.
Katelyn’s face set into a determined expression as her fingers flew swiftly over the keyboard.
She faced a formidable challenge—against the world’s elite hackers.
Despite the continuous blare of the red alert system on her computer, Katelyn remained undeterred. Her sole focus was on securing the client list without revealing her identity or location.
By the time she breached the fifth firewall, she had to stop her progress. Her anti-tracking program had been depleted to a third of its capacity by the sophisticated countermeasures.
Remaining proactive in her approach had inadvertently provided openings for her adversaries to track her location. Although breaking through the remaining firewalls was within her capabilities, the risks now outweighed the benefits. Reluctantly, she decided to suspend her efforts, opting for caution. This pause would likely prompt her opponents to increase their vigilance, complicating any future attempts.
With a resigned sigh, Katelyn updated her anti-tracking program and called Briar.
His distinctive, raspy voice greeted her almost instantly. “Trouble found you again, didn’t it?”
Katelyn leaned back into the sofa, feeling the tension that had built up earlier begin to ease just a little. “You always seem to know, Briar,” she replied, a hint of gratitude in her voice.
After a brief silence, she continued in a more serious tone. “I need your help with something important.”
On the other end, Briar calmly poured fragrant tea into his cup, his movements steady and unhurried. “Tell me what you need,” he replied, ready to listen.
“I have a feeling that a friend of mine might have ended up with the T Organization, but it’s only a suspicion. We lost touch several years ago,” Katelyn said, pausing briefly before continuing, “I need you to use your connections to find out if anyone named ‘Sophia Spencer’ is associated with them.”
Sophia had been another student under their mentor.
Even with all the signs pointing to Sophia’s involvement, Katelyn still clung to a bit of hope. Other than her fascination with poisons, Sophia had never done anything that could be deemed vile. So how could she have ended up connected to such a vicious group as the T Organization?
The T Organization’s inquiry service could track down anyone for the right price, even if that person was hidden in the most remote corners of the world. If necessary, they…
“Would even dig up graves to uncover the truth. This was Katelyn’s best shot at finding the answers she needed.
“Sophia Spencer?” Briar repeated, his expression thoughtful.
After a brief pause, he nodded and said, “Consider it done. I’ll get back to you once I find something.”
“I’ll transfer the payment to your account immediately,” Katelyn offered.
However, Briar dismissed her offer. “Katelyn, we’re old friends. You don’t have to pay me anything.”
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