(Ethan's POV)
The Kremlin air felt heavier than before. Volkov had played it safe, masking his true stance behind political words. But Chris didn't deal in patience—he dealt in absolutes.
And Moscow was about to learn that the hard way.
Chris stood abruptly, adjusting his coat. "You misunderstand something, Volkov," he said, his voice eerily calm. "I didn't come here for negotiations. I came to deliver a warning."
Volkov arched a brow, but his jaw tensed. "A warning?"
Chris stepped closer to his desk, lowering his voice just enough to make it lethal. "Your silence in Biafra was noted. Your military movements along Eastern Europe were noted. Your conversations with Beijing? Noted." He exhaled, smirking. "And now, I've decided—I don't need Russia."
Volkov's fingers curled against the desk. "You're making a mistake."
Chris leaned in. "No, you did."
Before Volkov could respond, Chris turned to me. "Ethan."
I nodded, already pulling out my phone. The command had been given. Blackwood Forces were going to war.
Within seconds, the Pentagon's war servers activated. The United States' entire cyber warfare division launched an all-out attack against Russia's digital infrastructure. Banks, communication grids, and classified military networks were compromised within minutes.
Volkov's phone buzzed, followed by Petrov's. Their faces darkened as the reports poured in.
Chris smirked, watching them crumble in real time.
"You thought I'd wait for a counterstrike?" he asked, shaking his head. "I don't play defense, Volkov. I strike first. And I don't stop."
Volkov slammed a fist on the table. "You're declaring war on Russia?!"
Chris exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "I already did."
The room filled with the distant sound of alarms—Moscow's military command scrambling to respond. But it was too late.Blackwood's war had already begun.