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His hand trembled. This wasn’t a client order. This was R&D. VKF Renzel USA wasn't just shipping other people's nightmares anymore. They were building their own. A special, Renzel-spec core. Dirty bomb material. Something that could be blamed on anyone—a separatist group, a rogue state, a tragic industrial accident.

He didn’t know if he would survive the week. He didn’t know if his family would be safe. But as he hit ‘Schedule Send’ for 6:00 AM the next morning, he realized something.

The USA Corp was the delivery arm.

“Understood,” Markus said, his voice steady.

Code. Chilean mining client meant a three-letter agency. Heavy drill bits meant the payload. Expedited shipping meant within 48 hours. Personally meant no digital trail. vkf renzel usa corp

His phone buzzed. It was his boss, a woman named Helen who never smiled and always smelled faintly of gun oil.

He walked down the silent, carpeted hallway to Sub-Level 3. The badge reader scanned his retina, then his palm vein pattern. The air pressure changed. The lights turned a dim, safe red. His hand trembled

VKF Renzel USA Corp was a machine built to erase conscience. But machines, he thought, can be unbolted. One bolt at a time. Starting with his.