For fifteen years, my parents called me an unemployed failure, never knowing what I truly did for a living. I let them believe it—until Grandma sent one coded message: “The blue bird stopped singing.” My bl:ood froze. Thirty minutes later, I arrived at their door with two police officers. My mother whispered, “How did you know?” I looked at her and said, “Because this is my job.”

The three cartel hitmen instantly raised their heavy assault rifles and aimed the bright laser sights directly at my terrified grandmother.

My father coward aggressively behind a thick wooden pillar, completely willing to sacrifice his own mother to save his pathetic skin.

I did not hesitate for a single, microscopic fraction of a second to completely neutralize the immediate threat.

I raised my stolen pistol and fired a single, perfectly aimed shot directly into my father's right kneecap.

Richard let out an absolutely blood-curdling scream of pure agony and collapsed violently onto the hard kitchen tile.

The loud gunshot instantly drew the aggressive attention of the heavily armed hitmen standing in the smoky living room.

I grabbed Evelyn by her sweater and aggressively yanked her completely down into the dark, safety of the hidden storm cellar.

Sarah and Helen scrambled wildly down the wooden stairs right behind us, screaming hysterically in absolute, unfiltered terror.

I slammed the heavy steel cellar doors completely shut and quickly engaged the massive iron sliding lock.

Heavy bullets immediately began raining down against the thick steel doors, completely deafening us in the cramped underground space.

I pulled out my specialized, encrypted federal laptop from my tactical bag, ignoring the absolute chaos erupting directly above us.

I quickly bypassed the broken jammer using my direct satellite link and aggressively hacked into the cartel's unencrypted tactical radio frequency.

"Spread out and completely secure the perimeter, the boss wants the federal agent alive," a gruff voice barked over the intercepted audio.

"Understood, we are waiting for Liam to give the final execution order," another hitman responded clearly through the radio.

My hands completely stopped typing as the absolute, horrifying truth finally slammed perfectly into my exhausted brain.

Liam was not just a corrupt federal agent working secretly for a massive drug cartel on the side.

Liam was the actual, undisputed boss of the entire violent cartel, brilliantly running a massive criminal empire from inside the federal agency.

He had perfectly used his high-level security clearance to completely eliminate his criminal rivals and violently protect his own massive assets.

Sarah had unknowingly borrowed two million dollars directly from the exact same man I shared a desk with every single day.

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"He is completely playing all of us," I whispered, an incredibly dangerous, highly calculated smile slowly forming on my face.

I rapidly opened a highly restricted digital terminal on my laptop, fully preparing to execute the most dangerous hack of my entire life.

Chapter 8 - The Double Life