Ethan Carter – A Call from the King
The night air was still heavy with the scent of blood when my phone rang. Chris.
I answered immediately. "Your Majesty."
His voice was calm, but there was a sharpness beneath it. "Hope they're dead."
I glanced at the security feed on my screen. The former Minister of Treasury and Minister of War were already disposed of—swift, efficient, no loose ends. But the Prime Minister? I kept him alive. For now.
"Two are confirmed. The Prime Minister is still breathing."
Silence. Then, a low chuckle. "Ethan, you're getting soft."
I smirked. "Not soft. Strategic."
Chris hummed in thought. "Explain."
I leaned back in my chair. "He was a key player in many underground dealings. If we kill him outright, we lose valuable information. I kept him alive to extract everything he knows. Once I have what we need, he won't see another sunrise."
Chris was quiet for a moment before replying, "Good. But don't take too long. I don't like unfinished business."
"Understood."
"And Ethan." His voice dropped, carrying that undeniable authority. "Make sure his death sends a message."
A slow smile crossed my face. "Consider it done."