2.An Unexpected Escape"

Vincent and Feynman made their way out of the 2nd floor.

Feynman whispered: "Where exactly are we going?"

Vincent scanned the area.

Ground floor: Enemies posted.

Windows: Possible escape, but snipers likely.

Rooftop: Maybe chopper support?

"There's a way."

Vincent freed Feynman's wrists.

"You know another exit?"

Feynman rubbed his wrists, smirking. "Of course. You just might not like it."

Downstairs, the strike team kept moving.

"Target confirmed on 2nd floor. Secure all exits."

They were confident.

But Vincent never played by the book.

He looked at Feynman. "Don't tell me..."

Feynman opened a storage room. "We're going down."

Vincent groaned. "You're insane."

Inside was an old sewer passage. The building had once been a secure data facility—and it had an emergency escape route.

The tunnel connected to old drainage lines, leading to manhole exits.

"Haven't used this in a while," Feynman muttered.

"You planned this?"

"Nah, it was always here. Just... no one ever cared."

The strike team reached the second floor.

"Target is gone."

"Check the windows. Did they jump?"

"No trace outside."

"Then they're still inside?"

The team leader scowled.

Then—

"Storage room on 1F compromised. Possible exit route."

"Where to?"

"Sewers."

"Goddamn it."

They rushed down. But it was too late.

Vincent and Feynman were already gone.

In the dark sewer tunnel, Feynman spoke:

"This isn't just a manhunt."

"What do you mean?"

"Someone inside wants this buried. Quietly."

Vincent nodded. "That's why they want you dead?"

"Exactly. I'm expendable."

He continued, panting:

"But if we stay alive... we become a liability."

Vincent sighed. "So we disappear."

They emerged from a manhole in the middle of the city. Morning had broken.

Feynman pulled out a USB and plugged it into a nearby payphone.

"What are you doing?"

"Wiping our traces."

"The data you stole?"

"Nope. Data about who was chasing us."

He snapped his fingers.

"Now there's no official record of us."

He smiled.

"They wanted us dead. But now... we're ghosts."

Vincent chuckled.

"We're not disappearing. They are."

Feynman winked. "Isn't that more fun?"

*******

"A New Reunion"

Vincent and Feynman stood on the rooftop, overlooking the city below.It was time to disappear. They both knew it.

But then—footsteps behind the door.

"Time to vanish. But... new threats are always on their way."

Vincent instinctively reached for his gun—And stopped.

A familiar voice.

"Touched, really. Such a warm welcome."

Her.

Angie.

Feynman let out a low whistle the moment she stepped into view.

"Damn, Vincent. I knew you were good, but dating this kind of beauty?"

Angie chuckled.

"Men react the same way wherever I go. Though you seem a little... off that spectrum."

Feynman smirked.

"What can I say? I go for brains."

Angie raised an eyebrow, amused.

"Want me to prove how smart I am?"

"No thanks. I'm a genius already. Too much intellect in one room gives me migraines."

Vincent narrowed his eyes, watching the two.

"Alright. Now tell me—why are you here?"

Angie's playful demeanor faded slightly. Her eyes hardened.

"You two stirred quite the mess. Hacking, fleeing, almost hitting the evening news. Government eyes are all over you."

"How do you know all that?"

She shrugged.

"I deal in information. And now... I need you."

Angie sat casually, crossing her legs.

"Remember the name Dominic Scott?"

Vincent nodded.

"The political donor. Real talent for laundering money."

"And I once tried to help myself to a slice of that pie."

Feynman laughed.

"Thought you said it was for the greater good?"

"Justice needs funding. And someone who knows how to spend it right."

Vincent was intrigued.

"So… you're planning to go after Dominic directly?"

"Exactly."

She idly ran a finger across her nails.

"But it's too risky alone. The money he's moving this time is bigger than anyone anticipated."

Vincent's gaze sharpened.

"Are you really just after the money?"

She smiled after a beat.

"Your instincts never miss. But the answer can wait."

"Fine. What's the plan?"

Angie tapped her fingers on the table.

"Dominic's hosting another private party. This time, it's the big leagues. Major political donations moving hands."

"So it's not just a heist."

"Right."

She pointed at Vincent.

"I go in and extract the data. You move based on what I pull out."

Feynman tilted his head.

"And me?"

Angie smirked.

"Real-time hacking. No one else can do it. You know that."

Feynman shrugged.

"Alright. Sounds fun."

Vincent still looked conflicted.

Angie met his eyes.

"I need you, Vincent. And you know it. This kind of trouble… never leaves you alone."

He stared at her.He wanted peace. But peace had a habit of slipping away.

He exhaled slowly.

"When do we start?"

She reached out her hand, smiling.

"Tomorrow."

Vincent looked at it for a moment—Then took it.

****

"New Faces"

Location: Feynman's Hideout, outskirts of Harrison CityTime: 10:37 PM

Soft jazz filled the dimly lit room.A flickering neon sign barely lit the cracked walls.

Feynman sipped his coffee, fingers dancing across his keyboard.

Monitor 1: Dominic Scott's paper company network

Monitor 2: Tracking illegal political contributions

Monitor 3: External surveillance systems

His eyes darted from line to line.This wasn't hacking. This was war.

"You two might not get it, but for me? This is art."

Hacking Phase 3 in progress:

Trace Dominic's shell companies

Decode crypto-laundering flow

Identify weak points in the financial network

Click. Scroll. Zoom. Analyze.Then—Feynman froze.

"Something's off… Dominic's defense is tighter than expected."

Zoomed in.A repeating pattern in the data flow.AI Defense System.

"Heh. Fancy boy's packing high-grade tech. Impressive."

Angie (through comms):

"Can you break it?"

"You kidding? But I need a new angle."

New Objective:

Direct access from inside the VIP network room

Infiltrate Dominic's closed security net

Copy key financial data, then cover tracks

"We're going in."

Location: Private Luxury Estate, Harrison CityTime: 11:15 PM

The mansion's gate gleamed under cold floodlights.Security guards checked every guest.This wasn't just a party. It was a transaction.

Angie pulled out a compact mirror, fixing her lips.Tonight, she was someone else entirely.

Angie's Disguise:

Identity: Vanessa Griffin (VIP investor)

Appearance: Wealthy woman in her 50s (wig, prosthetics)

Outfit: Designer suit, diamond accessories

Demeanor: Arrogant upper-class elite

She looked up at Vincent—Standing in a sleek black suit, expression cold.Perfect bodyguard.

"How do I look?"

"Untrustworthy."

"That's the mark of true wealth."

She strode forward confidently.

Security Guard:

"Ms. Griffin, we need to verify your invitation."

Angie narrowed her eyes in annoyance.

"Do I need to speak with Dominic personally?"

A moment of tension.A call.Then—confirmation.

"Welcome, ma'am. Right this way."

Vincent followed her inside, scanning for threats.

Risks:

Weapon scan – any arms could blow cover

Internal security team – suspicious behavior = immediate removal

"We've got minutes. No more."

"Relax. I only need seconds."

Location: VIP Conference Room, Second Floor

Angie stopped at the door.An attendant approached.

"Sorry, this room is VIP-only."

Angie sneered.

"I'm above VIP."

The man hesitated—Then stepped aside.

She entered. Vincent stayed in the hall, watching.

Angie inserted a USB into the laptop.

"Connected."

Feynman (via comms):

"Thirty seconds. Go."

Then—ALERT: Network intrusion detected.

"Damn. They caught on quicker than I thought."

Guards began to move.

"Angie, we're out of time."

She pulled the USB, erasing traces.

The door burst open.

Security:

"What's going on here?"

Angie turned, smiling calmly.

"Reviewing investment documents. Problem?"

The guards hesitated.

"Next time, get clearance first."

She walked out, head high.

Vincent murmured beside her—

"You lie like a professional."

"It is my profession."

Location: Mansion Interior

Vincent felt it before he saw it.

"They've deployed extra guards."

Danger Level Increased:

Dominic's personal security now in play

Exits may soon be blocked

Feynman:

"Time to make your exit."

Vincent adjusted his weapon.Looked at Angie.

"Not bad."

"It's not over yet."

They exchanged a look—And began walking toward the exit.

But a new threat was already waiting in the dark.