The Paris Pursuit

The private jet touched down smoothly at Charles de Gaulle Airport under the cover of night. Alexander, Mia, and Victor stepped onto the tarmac, their breath visible in the crisp Parisian air. The city of lights shimmered in the distance, but there was no time for sightseeing.

Their target was Dr. Evelyn Langston.

Victor had done his research—Langston was staying at an exclusive five-star hotel, where the biotech conference was being held. Security would be tight, but with the right approach, they could get to her before she disappeared again.

Mia adjusted her coat, trying to calm the nerves tightening in her stomach. "Are we sure she's involved?"

Alexander nodded, his jaw tense. "She's more than involved. She's the architect of Project Paragon. And she's been watching you for years."

That truth sat like a stone in Mia's chest. She didn't know why she had been targeted, but she was ready to find out.

Victor led them through the back entrance of the hotel, where he had arranged access through a discreet connection. "Her conference speech is tomorrow morning, but she's in her suite now. This is our best chance."

They made their way to the top floor, where Langston's penthouse was heavily guarded. Alexander signaled to Victor, who pulled out a small device.

"Jamming the security feeds. We have three minutes."

Alexander moved swiftly, taking out a guard at the door with a silent strike. Victor picked the lock in seconds, and Mia followed them inside.

The suite was lavish, filled with high-tech screens and research papers. And there, standing by the window with a glass of wine in hand, was Dr. Evelyn Langston.

She turned slowly, unfazed by their intrusion. Her sharp blue eyes settled on Mia with eerie familiarity.

"I was wondering when you'd come," she said calmly.

Mia's breath caught. "You know who I am."

Langston smiled. "Of course, my dear. You're the key to everything."

Alexander stepped forward. "What the hell is Project Paragon, and why is Mia part of it?"

Langston took a slow sip of her wine before placing the glass down. "You've come all this way, but you still don't understand, do you?"

Mia's hands clenched into fists. "Then explain it to us."

Langston exhaled, folding her arms. "Project Paragon isn't just a criminal experiment. It's a revolution. And Mia… you were meant to be its greatest success."

Silence filled the room.

Mia's heart pounded. "What do you mean?"

Langston took a step closer, her expression unreadable.

"I mean, my dear, that you were never just an ordinary woman. You were engineered to be extraordinary."