Amara's POV
The room was bathed in a cold, eerie silence. The calm before the storm.
I stood over the command table, my fingers tracing the outline of the map laid before me. Every piece of intel, every movement, every alliance between Skylar, Christiana, and Classic had been meticulously calculated. But now it was time for the pieces to be moved in a way they'd never expected.
Amara had been silent long enough. The world thought they could underestimate me. That I was just Chris's right hand, his hidden weapon, waiting in the shadows.
But I was much more than that.
I am the storm.
I looked around the room at my most trusted agents, waiting for the signal. Tonight, everything would change.
I issued the order in a voice as sharp as a blade.
"Initiate Phase B.A.M. Surprise Attack. Now."
Phase B.A.M. was simple. Brutal. Calculated. And relentless.
It was the type of operation that left no room for negotiation. No room for mistakes.
Skylar's agency, too confident in their secrecy, had grown careless. They thought they controlled the narrative, spreading their rhetoric about the people's plight, poisoning the public. Christiana was busy playing the game of thrones, and Classic was scrambling to establish himself as a new power player. But all their moves? They had been watched. And they had been boxed in.
Every whisper, every deal, every face that thought they were hidden in the dark—everything was known.
I had taken the time to infiltrate every corner of their operations. Amara wasn't just an enforcer; she was a strategist, a shadow in the night with a reach that stretched further than they could ever imagine.
The first move? Cut off communication. Every single secure channel they thought they had established was now compromised. Skylar's trusted agents were receiving false information, leading them in opposite directions. Classic's men were already being tracked, each move monitored by my loyal operatives.
But the key was Christiana. She was the heart of the rebellion against Chris's regime. If we cut her off, the rest would crumble. I had already planted moles in her inner circle—agents who had fed me every plan she was preparing, every thought she had about Chris, every vulnerable spot she had left exposed.
grinned. This was going to hurt.