The Intel

The Steele estate was no longer just a home—it had transformed into a war room. Maps, blueprints, and dossiers were spread across Alexander's study, the screens displaying surveillance feeds and intelligence reports. Mia, Alexander, Selena, and the security team worked in unison, preparing for what would be their first offensive against The Coalition.

Mia had never imagined herself in such a position—planning a counterattack against a global shadow organization. Yet, as the days passed, she realized she couldn't remain a passive bystander. Her sharp mind, attention to detail, and emotional intelligence made her an asset, even if she wasn't on the frontlines.

While Alexander and Selena strategized, Mia poured through Gabriel's files, connecting dots that others had missed. "Look at this," she said, calling Alexander over. "These shipments—they've been rerouted through shell companies in the Caribbean. But the end destination isn't a port. It's a private airstrip."

Alexander leaned over her shoulder, studying the data. "You're saying they're using the airstrip to move their assets off the grid?"

Mia nodded. "It's the only explanation. And look—this airstrip is owned by a subsidiary of Lang's former holdings. They've repurposed it."

Selena whistled. "That's a solid lead. If we can intercept one of their shipments, we might be able to figure out what they're moving—and why."

Alexander looked at Mia, pride gleaming in his eyes. "Good work. This is exactly the kind of break we needed."

They called the mission Operation Shadowfall. The goal was simple: infiltrate the airstrip, intercept a shipment, and gather intel without alerting The Coalition.

Alexander insisted on leading the mission himself, despite Mia's protests. "You're too important to risk," he told her firmly.

"And you're not?" she shot back, her eyes blazing.

"This is what I do, Mia," Alexander said, his tone softening. "You've already done more than enough. Now it's my turn to protect what we've built."

Reluctantly, Mia agreed, though her heart ached at the thought of him walking into danger.

The airstrip was heavily guarded, but Alexander's team was no stranger to high-risk operations. Dressed in black tactical gear, Alexander and Selena led a small team, slipping past the perimeter undetected.

The shipment was housed in a massive hangar, and Alexander's instincts kicked in as he surveyed the scene. "They're expecting trouble," he murmured, noting the armed guards stationed near every entrance.

Selena smirked. "Good thing they don't know who they're dealing with."

With precision and stealth, the team neutralized the guards, entering the hangar undetected. Inside, they found rows of crates marked with obscure symbols.

Alexander pried one open, revealing stacks of high-tech weaponry. Selena opened another crate, her eyes widening. "This isn't just weaponry," she said. "It's tech—cutting-edge AI systems, surveillance drones. They're building an army."

But before they could investigate further, an alarm blared. "We've been made!" Selena shouted.

The hangar erupted into chaos as guards poured in, guns blazing. Alexander and his team returned fire, using the crates as cover. Selena barked orders into her comms, calling for extraction.

"Mia, stay on the line," Alexander said through his earpiece as he fired at an advancing guard. "We're fine, but it's going to be a bumpy ride."

Mia's voice crackled through the comms, filled with worry. "Just come back to me, Alexander."

Despite the chaos, Alexander's mind remained focused. He grabbed a hard drive from one of the crates, hoping it would contain valuable intel. "We've got what we need. Fall back!"

The team fought their way out, retreating to their extraction point just as backup arrived. As the helicopter lifted off, Alexander glanced at the burning hangar below, his mind racing with questions.

Back at the estate, the hard drive was decrypted, revealing schematics, shipment schedules, and coded communications. The data confirmed their fears—The Coalition was arming themselves for a major offensive, targeting key players across industries and governments.

Alexander leaned back in his chair, his expression grim. "They're planning to overthrow the balance of power. This isn't just about us—it's about global domination."

Mia, who had stayed up all night waiting for his return, placed a hand on his shoulder. "Then we'll stop them. Together."

Alexander looked up at her, his resolve strengthening. "We will. But this is just the beginning. They know we're onto them now, and they'll retaliate."

Mia's gaze didn't waver. "Let them come. They don't know who they're messing with."

As the Steele estate buzzed with preparations for the next phase, Mia and Alexander shared a quiet moment with their son. The weight of their mission loomed over them, but their love and unity remained unshaken.

"We'll protect him," Alexander said, his voice firm. "No matter what it takes."

Mia nodded, holding their son close. "And we'll protect each other."