Trevor exhaled sharply, forcing the tension from his hands before reaching for his communicator. His father's words still echoed in his mind, but now wasn't the time to hesitate. He needed to act. He needed to move fast.
The call connected within seconds.
A deep, almost lazy voice answered from the other side. "Took you long enough."
Trevor's lips curled into a smirk. "Busy day, Leontius?"
A soft chuckle. "Aren't they all?"
The screen flickered to life, and the holographic image of Leontius Vargras appeared before him.
Leontius Vargras. The eldest son of the Vargras family, one of the oldest bloodlines that had actively worked against the Pentagon Alliance—the union of the five ruling families that dominated political and military power.
Unlike the Hartleys or the Middleton, who played by the rules of the system, the Vargras family had made their position clear:
They wanted the old world back. A world where strength dictated power, not alliances.
