Fated to the Alpha's Sons: An Omegas Rise to Fame-Chapter 72: Proof

"Erased." Tristan thought out loud. "They are trying to play god." He said, his arms folded across his chest.

"Play god?"

"Yes. All these companies and conglomerates you mentioned were massive ones. They made it big, so big that these ghosts could help but feel threatened, so they sent these letters, probably asking for half of their shares or something else as proof of loyalty." Tristan narrated, sighing.

"Okay, that hypothesis makes sense." Theo said, turning back to his computer, typing furiously. "I haven’t been able to find any matches for the insignia. It has to belong to some kind of sovereign cult network, because it’s nowhere. Not even on the dark web for thirty million shan." He reported.

"Then, that means they wrap their business extensively, explains why they use letters and not emails." Tristan reasoned.

"There are untraceable emails." Theo quipped, his eyes fixated on his screen s his fingers flew across his keyboard.

"They wouldn’t want to risk all they have. Sending anonymous letters are safer." Tristan said, sighing. "Or wait." He said as an idea popped in his mind."Internet might not know, but people will. I’m very sure of that."

"Well, that’s plausible. But who do we ask, we can’t just ask anyone. Their list of members show that their people have been posted to every part of the fucking earth. They could be anywhere." Theo reasoned, already searching for the ones in their company.

Tristan thought for a moment, letting silence sit between them comfortably.

"We might have to ask Dad." Theo said, while he through the other documents.

"That’s not happening." Tristan quipped almost immediately, leaving no room for an argument, but Theo was determined to make one.

"What do you mean by that? You don’t get to choose or make decisions around here alone." He quipped right back, angry lacing his voice.

"You don’t understand." Tristan said, massaging his aching temple.

"Explain then." Theo asked.

"Dad might know, but it will only make him worry and also hesitate stepping down, thereby pissing Mom off. You know she’s been pleading that he stepped down for years now." Tristan said, his tone really low as he narrated his thoughts.

"But how are we going to get answers then if we can’t ask him?" Theo asked.

"There has to be other people we can ask." Tristan said, his eyes shut as he racked his mind for ideas, clues, anything. "Other people, other people." He muttered trying to think yo any criterias that could qualify for the other people he was speaking of so he could narrow his thoughts.

"These other people, how do you think they would know about these people? And we are missing the bigger question here; what could these people want with us now? Why are they hitting so small when they can do it so well?" Theo asked out loud, heavy silence following his words.

They let the silence settle as they racked their minds desperately for answers.

"I think we should call Troy." Theo suggested after alittle over five minutes.

"I think we should give him some space." Tristan responded

"I’ve hacked into his house, he’s awake and jobless. I’m calling him." Theo said, already dialing his brother.

"I thought we decided to mind each other’s business, Theodore." Tristan quipped, just before Troy picked.

"Hello?" He called, confusion and fear in his voice. "What happened?" He asked, already on his feet."Is she okay?"

"She’s fine." Theo responded, leaning into his seat, his eyes on a biro.

"Okay." Troy drawled, sitting back on the cushion, shoulders still tense. "What happened then?"

"We have a situation. I’ll fill you in." Theo said, sitting up again, hands on his keyboard. "You’d have to go to your office, though. I’ve sent you a mail of evidences, so you can look through them. We are at a block and would need a set of fresh eyes."

"Okay." Troy said, already in his office, laptops open as he waited for the mail to load. Once it did, he clicked on it, his eyes widening as saucers with every document he skimmed.

"The fuck is this?" He asked, utterly dumbstruck.

"That is the blue print, well, ’online blueprint’ of what we can only assume to be a massive secret cult network, that’s trying to play god." Theo explained, nodding at how sweet his explanation sounded in his ears.

"Damn!" Troy cursed. If he’s mind wasn’t blown to pieces now, he couldn’t explain what else was going on in his head. "These names, they are so much. Why are they so much?" He asked, plugging in his printer to print everything out.

"They are names of moles they have scattered all over the fucking earth, in every company and Conglomerate of importance. Even in every fucking government." Theo explained again, while Tristan listened to their conversation in the background, while he went through the other files he hadn’t looked at yet. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

"Are there any in ours?" He asked, abit of anger in his voice.

"Of course, Troy, alittle over twenty." Theo spat, snapping the biro into two. What he was going to do to those seventeen people, they could never imagine.

"I’m seeing letters, what the fuck do they mean by proof of loyalty? There are so many of them! What’s with their insignia?" Troy asked palming his face, the information was flowing in fast, way too fast.

"Well, Troy. Like I said, they are trying to play god. They send those letters to huge corporations and ask for a proof of loyalty, and if their conditions are not met, they proceed to erase them in a month or less." Theo explained.

"Jesus." Troy exclaimed. "Okay." He said forcing himself to calm down. "What do we have on them, well asides this, and why are we looking into them?" He asked, calmly.

"I ran a recognition scan of their insignia on every place and hidden websites I could think of; CIE, CIT, Hexagon, even on dark web and came up with nothing, absolutely nothing. Not even for thirty thousand shan."

"That’s weird." Troy said pacing. "There has to be at least one recognition."

"There wouldn’t be any."

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