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urposeful, focused. Outside, the wind carried the sound of passing cars, none of which slowed. It felt like safety, though they both knew it was an illusion. No sirens, no screams-just static

Don Clar

: The

intelligence officer

manipulation, blackmail we

ltiple agencies, pres

ecision speaks to his intense training and psychological resilience. Ramirez is not merely skilled in combat and surveillance; he possesses an analytical mind that dissects information wit

isolates him from personal relationships, making him both a weapon and a mystery. Yet, beneath this hardened exterior lies a strong moral compass. Ramirez does not

ability and the prevention of chaos. Ramirez thrives in the gray zones of international espionage-where diplomacy ends and covert acti

s so others can live in the light. In a world rife with deception, Ramirez remains a constant: the quiet sentinel, always watching, alw

n whatever remained. Born in Bogotá and educated in Paris, Don was the product of high society and low morality. He had the charm of a diplomat

19 after an explosive essay on asymmetrical warfare made waves in covert academi

idual code-however flawed-Don believed in outcomes. Success justified everything. When they worked togeth

ct leverage on Razor. Every room he entered was a stage, and every ally was a pawn on the board. Sur

hile using only a forged video and three well-timed phone calls. The president re

me say it happened the night Rodriguez refused to burn a school during a mission in Lag

omat mad by exposing his lies to his children in anonymous letters. The man now w

encrypted networks, and blackmail chains that stretch continents. There is no know

guns. He comes with truths-ugly ones you thoug

laugh during a Razor operation gone wrong. Even then, something about that laugh hau

e about Don. But the o

ak you. He just shows yo

but it was the wrong kind of silence-tense, expectant. He scanned t

a burner phone, a stack of foreign currency, and a single photograph. It was old-grainy-but the man in the photo stood out. S

the motel landline rang. Rodriguez ste

aid a voice. S

z stiffen

iend. Static on the line. I wa

darted to Sophia.

ll believe in protecting her

was too late. The call wasn't a threat-i

slowed down at the cro

ez didn'

the photograph

ing us now, we're not running any