The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Vivienne slammed the phone down with a chilling finality that seemed to echo the icy resolve in her eyes.

Three minutes later, the realization hit both Vivienne and Percival simultaneously.

The bomb research facility was nestled right beneath Eastlake Bay Plaza, spreading its clandestine roots beneath half the square.

The scene suggested a hasty escape; the fleeing suspects only had snatched the crucial documents.

The operatives from the Nine Mystics Society had already evacuated, and Leopold, leading the first squad, had scoured the base thoroughly.

“Vivienne, Percival, check this out.” Leopold approached, cradling a box in his arms.

Percival flipped the box open to reveal a scale model of a state-of-the-art bomb—obviously left behind in the chaos.

This only confirmed the suspicion that the perpetrators had received an urgent tip-off.

Otherwise, they never would have left something so vital behind.

Vivienne extracted the model, a one-to-one replica. While not as revealing as written documents, to the trained eye, it could divulge the bomb’s design.

The bomb’s most unnerving feature was its ability to evade detection—compact, portable, and easy to conceal.

Understanding how it slipped past sensors would be key to preemptive defense.

Vivienne tucked the model away. “I’m taking this.”

Percival nodded. He had no intention of reporting a mere model to the higher-ups. He still had that much leverage.

Instead, Percival simply called Thomas, instructing him to report the escapees’ flight, foregoing a return to headquarters.

On the way back, Leopold was fuming.

“Damn it, if we had set up a blockade sooner, I bet we could’ve stopped them. What are the higher-ups thinking? If they’re worried about civilian safety, just make up an excuse to evacuate. A fire drill, earthquake drill—anything would’ve worked. This is infuriating!”

his ranting any longer,

frustration of a botched operation was bad enough without his incessant

If nothing works,

unwarranted—they could have at least set up a perimeter, avoiding

why don’t you climb the ranks already?” Leopold blurted out, his anger

massaged her temples. Now, even divine

seated in the back, responded darkly, “Sure, any other

cold sweat, Leopold realized what

Vivienne!” He yelled

she had heard his desperate plea, Vivienne tugged at Percival’s arm, the other hand on the bomb model, and said calmly,

the Vanguard Agency had thwarted their

cause of her mother’s death

mother, prompting her to choose

of a mole within the Vanguard Agency, a team her mother

But now…

had led to her mother’s failed mission, she

subtly, understanding her intent. “Yes, I agree. You’ve worked

chill. He turned, his face a portrait of dread.

bomb model, a sly smile playing on her lips, while Percival’s normally

witnessing their expressions,

rather be slapped by Vivienne or kicked by Percival than subjected to their chilling

was as if the Grim Reaper

the pair, “I’m sorry, Vivienne, Percival. I’ll do whatever you ask—climb mountains, swim oceans, even streak across

tapped rhythmically on the leather seat. “There’s no need for such dramatics.

nodded, cradling the bomb model, her smile as bright as ever. “I wouldn’t dream of sending

two aren’t thinking of

could deduce a bomb’s workings from

an answer in itself, their smiles

went pale as he stammered, “No way, I can’t possibly call Griffin. It’s

tenacious hound he had barely shaken