Chapter 250: CIA in Action

February 1st, 2028

At the Manila International Airport.

Michael was walking down the terminal, feeling the familiar rush of travel. He had just returned from a successful lawsuit trip and was looking forward to a brief respite before diving back into work. As he neared the exit, the noise grew louder.

Stepping through the doors, he was met with a throng of journalists and fans, all eagerly awaiting his arrival. Cameras flashed, and microphones were thrust toward him.

"Mr. Reyes! Can you give us a comment on the recent court case?" a journalist shouted.

"Michael, what are your thoughts on the appeal by VirtuReal Innovations?" another one added.

Fans were holding up signs and cheering. "We love you, Michael!" "You're an inspiration!"

Michael smiled and raised his hand for silence. The crowd hushed, the journalists poised to catch his every word.

"Thank you all for your support," Michael began and continued. "The recent court case was challenging, but I'm grateful for the justice system's thorough and fair process. We have always maintained that our technology was developed independently, and we stand by that truth. As for the appeal, we are prepared to face it with the same integrity and dedication."

The journalists fired more questions, but Michael politely excused himself, promising a more detailed press conference at a later date. He made his way through the crowd, shaking hands with a few fans and exchanging brief pleasantries.

But as he made his way to the waiting car, Michael felt a growing sense of unease. It was a feeling he couldn't shake as if someone's eyes were fixed on him from a distance. He glanced around subtly, trying to pinpoint the source, but the throngs of people made it nearly impossible. There were too many faces, too many cameras, and too much movement to identify anyone specific.

Juliet noticed Michael's distraction and asked, "Everything alright?"

Michael nodded, forcing a smile. "Yeah, just a bit overwhelming, that's all."

"Carlos Mendoza it is, then," Mitchell said, her expression determined. "We need to ensure this operation goes smoothly. No mistakes."

As they approached the manufacturing facility, Harris and Mitchell parked a safe distance away and observed the building. They noted the security measures in place and the general layout of the facility. After a brief discussion, they decided to wait until Mendoza left the building at the end of his shift.

Hours passed, and finally, they saw Mendoza exiting the facility. Harris and Mitchell exchanged a nod and quickly moved into position. As Mendoza walked towards his car, Harris approached him from behind, covering his mouth and dragging him into a nearby alley. Mitchell followed closely, ensuring no one witnessed the abduction.

"Don't make a sound," Harris whispered menacingly into Mendoza's ear. "We just want to talk."

Terrified, Mendoza nodded, his eyes wide with fear.

"Let's get him into the van," Mitchell said, opening the back door of their unmarked vehicle. They quickly shoved Mendoza inside and drove off, heading towards a secure location they had prepared earlier.

Once they arrived at the safe house, they tied Mendoza to a chair and removed the blindfold. Harris and Mitchell stood in front of him, their expressions serious.

"Carlos Mendoza, we need information about Reyes Corporation's VR technology," Harris began. "Tell us everything you know about the development process and any unusual occurrences that might explain the rapid advancements."

Mendoza hesitated, his eyes darting around the room. "I-I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just an engineer."

Harris leaned in closer, his voice cold. "We know you're more than just an engineer, Carlos. We have evidence of your involvement in the core development team. Now, start talking, or things will get very uncomfortable for you."

"Do you really want to die for a company like Reyes Corporation?" Harris continued.

Mendoza, shaking and sweating, tried to gather his thoughts. "Okay, okay, I'll tell you what I know. But please, don't hurt me."

Mitchell crossed her arms and nodded. "Start talking."