Chapter 7: power extraction
Chapter 7
Ronan leaned against the doorframe, pretending to be unbothered. "Yeah? Well, I don't do door-to-door sales. Try next door." He said casually.
Neither man laughed, obviously not impressed.
The taller one sighed, reaching into his pocket. Ronan's muscles tensed, but instead of a weapon, the man pulled out a small metallic badge, holding it up just long enough for Ronan to get a glimpse.
It wasn't police. Not government, either.
Something worse.
"Let's just say," the man continued, his voice smooth and patient, "we're very interested in your... recent developments."
Ronan's stomach tightened.
They knew.
And if they knew, that meant others probably did too.
His mind raced through his options. Slamming the door and pretending this never happened? Useless. They weren't the type to knock twice. Trying to fight them now? Stupid. He had no idea what they were capable of.