Shanley texted again: [Just focus on your sses. You''ll see it when you get home tonight.]


    Juniper felt a wave of exasperation. The old man had been acting very strange thest couple of days. This had better be a surprise, not a shock.


    As she pondered, a message from Jimmie arrived.


    Jimmie: [Juniper, can you get out of ss this afternoon? There''s someone you need to meet in person.]


    Reading the message, Juniper frowned. A strange, heavy feeling settled in her chest.


    Jimmie: [It''s about your fourth sister.]


    Fourth sister? Juniper froze for a moment. An image of the woman who had been following her a few days ago, the one who had suddenly run off, shed in her mind. Could that have been her?


    Jimmie: [Juniper, you might need to prepare yourself.]


    Juniper: [?]


    Jimmie: [This sister of yours... she might have been raised wrong. She''s not a good person.]


    Juniper: [??]


    Could their family''s genes really produce someone like that?


    Jimmie hesitated, then decided to give his sister a dose of reality: [She''s killed a lot of people.]


    Wow, her sister was that much of a badass? It sounded thrilling! Juniper replied promptly. [Okay, send me the address.]


    After sending the message, Juniper debated whether to tell Shanley. She decided against it. It was better to wait until she met her sister and got a sense of her personality. Otherwise if Shanley angered this sister the way he d angered her brothers, things could getplicated.


    At the suburban factory, Ebony Fox parked her car and strode inside. She was so focused on meeting the people inside, and with Sigma Network''s tracking being so advanced, her usual vignce slipped. She didn''t notice the vehicles trailing her.


    It was arge factory. Just as she entered, Sigma Network operatives surrounded the building.


    “Boss, it seems she''s here to meet someone important," Flint observed. "Could be an aplice."


    Shanley''s eyes darkened at the thought. "Capture them all alive,” he ordered, his voice like ice.


    "Yes, sir.” Felton and Flint nodded in unison, directing their men to cover every exit. Then they sent a team in to cautiously locate Ebony Fox. Not even a fly was getting out of there.


    Meanwhile, Ebony Fox had chosen the most secure, secluded spot in the factory the basement. When she arrived, three men were already


    there, seated. While their fackno


    weren''t identical there was a clear. family resemnce in their features: So, these were her three older brothers?


    At the sight of Ebony Fox, Jimmie, Harold, and Melvin all stood up. They stared at her, their expressions a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. They were excited because they had missed their sister for so long, but they were also wary... because she had killed people.


    "Don''t worry," Ebony Fox said, sensing their unease. She schooled her emotions, taking off her dark coat, hat, and gloves. "I didn''t bring any weapons. I''m a normal person. I don''t just kill people randomly."


    She shrugged naturally. “When I said I kill people, I meant bad people."


    Jimmie, Harold, and Melvin were speechless. With her face fully visible, she did bear a striking resemnce to Juniper.


    "Hello," Ebony Fox said, her gaze sweeping over the three men. She softened her typically cold demeanor. Let me introduce myself am Ebony Fox, à senter instructor at the Huntsman Institute in the Amazon Rainforest, and also the secretly invited Training Officer for an allied government this year."


    Huntsman Institute? The name made all three men look up, their eyes wide with disbelief.