The Sinclair Protocol – My Delivery Girl is a Private Military Queen

By Lea von Löwenstein

Chapter 9: Unmasked

Part 1: The Mole’s Face

Secure Facility – Kill Box

The purple emergency lighting cast eerie shadows across the aftermath of Protocol Sanctus Umbra. Neutralized strike teams lay precisely where Liv’s true combat patterns had predicted they would fall.

“Secure the prisoners,” her voice carried pure silk as Sierra Team moved with professional efficiency. “I believe it’s time we had a conversation with our… observer.”

Sebastian’s aristocratic features settled into dangerous calculation as they watched the mole’s position through secure feeds. The figure in the east wing had abandoned their confident observation post, now moving with barely controlled panic.

“Father,” Liv activated her secure comm. “Status on our guest’s escape routes?”

“All sealed, butterfly,” Raj’s voice held lethal satisfaction. “Though they’re trying to use the maintenance tunnels – the ones they thought only they knew about.”

“Fascinating,” her laugh held no humor as she checked tactical displays. “They really believed those tunnels were their secret. As if I hadn’t mapped every hidden passage during those five years of ‘deliveries’.”

The facility hummed with deadly anticipation as they moved to intercept. Each step measured, each position calculated to counter the escape patterns they knew would come.

“You know,” Liv’s smile turned predatory as they approached the east wing, “the truly interesting thing about masks is not how they hide faces.” Her voice dropped to dangerous silk. “It’s how they make people forget to look for the face beneath their own.”

Through the purple-tinted emergency lighting, they could hear the growing desperation in their quarry’s movements. Sometimes, the most dangerous trap wasn’t the one that caught you – it was the one that made you reveal exactly who you really were.

The purple emergency lighting cast distorted shadows as they closed in on their quarry in the maintenance junction. The metallic tang of fear-sweat mixed with cordite as the figure realized their primary escape routes had been sealed.

“Interesting choice of position,” Liv’s voice carried pure silk as they advanced. “That particular defensive formation… I only ever demonstrated it during private training sessions.”

The shadowed figure moved with the desperate grace of a cornered predator, keeping to the darkness where the emergency lighting created perfect blind spots – spots that only someone intimately familiar with the facility’s security systems would know about.

“Five years,” the voice was digitally masked, but the bitter fury came through clearly. “Five years watching you play the perfect socialite while we built your security empire-“

“While you thought you were stealing my protocols,” her laugh held no humor. “Did you never wonder why I let certain patterns be so easily documented? Why specific training sessions were left… accessible?”

Sebastian’s aristocratic features settled into dangerous understanding as they systematically eliminated escape routes. The Sierra Team operators moved with professional precision, securing each junction with barely concealed satisfaction.

Through the purple-tinted shadows, they caught glimpses of tactical gear that matched Sinclair Security’s elite units – gear that only someone with highest-level access could have requisitioned.

“Father,” Liv activated her secure comm. “They’re using the maintenance shaft network. Just like we predicted.”

“Understanding, butterfly,” Raj’s voice held lethal anticipation.

The explosion ripped through the maintenance network with calculated precision, the shock wave turning the purple-lit corridors into a chaos of smoke and debris. The bitter smell of military-grade explosives mixed with the sharp tang of ruptured hydraulic lines.

“Father,” Liv’s voice remained controlled despite the destruction around them. “Status?”

“Primary shaft network compromised, butterfly,” Raj’s tone held grim assessment. “They’re using our own demolition protocols – the ones we developed for facility purge scenarios.”

Sebastian moved with aristocratic grace as they secured their position, debris still raining from the fractured ceiling. Sierra Team took defensive formations, their professional expertise noting the precise placement of the charges.

“Look at the blast pattern,” the first operator called out, his tactical training evident. “They’re not trying to escape. This is-“

“A redirect,” Liv’s smile turned dangerous as she studied the destruction. “They’re trying to force us to fall back to secondary containment protocols.” Her laugh held no humor. “Which means they still think they understand our security measures.”

Through the smoke-filled corridors, they could hear the mole’s movement – not retreating, but advancing deeper into the facility’s restricted sections. Each explosion seemed precisely timed, using patterns that only someone with intimate knowledge of Sinclair Security’s containment procedures would know.

“Fascinating choice,” Liv activated her secure comm. “Father, they’re heading toward Sector Nine.”

The purple emergency lighting flickered through smoke as they found what remained of their quarry. The scene was grotesque – far beyond the controlled demolition of the standard throat implants they’d seen earlier.

“Father,” Liv’s voice carried controlled urgency. “We have a situation.”

The acrid smell of military-grade explosives mixed with the metallic tang of blood and something else – a chemical signature that shouldn’t have been present in any standard security device.

“That’s not our tech,” Sebastian’s aristocratic features settled into grim assessment as he studied the devastation pattern. “The blast radius alone…”

Sierra Team moved with professional precision, securing the area while maintaining careful distance from the remains. Their tactical training recognized the signature of something far more dangerous than standard security measures.

“Look at the scatter pattern,” the first operator pointed out, his voice tight. “This wasn’t just meant to silence. This was…”

“A message,” Liv’s smile turned dangerous as she studied the precise way the explosion had painted the walls. “Someone wanted us to find this. To see exactly what happens to their pawns when they outlive their usefulness.”

Through their secure comms, they could hear Raj’s sharp intake of breath as he received the scene analysis. “Butterfly, these chemical markers… they match restricted files. Files that were supposed to be sealed in the family vault.”

The facility hummed with deadly tension as they processed the implications. Someone hadn’t just stolen their security protocols – they’d accessed information that even most of the family wasn’t supposed to know existed.

The purple emergency lighting cast eerie shadows across the grotesque scene when it happened. One moment Liv was studying the blast pattern, the next her knees buckled without warning.

Sebastian caught her with aristocratic grace turned to pure protective instinct, his arms steady as she sagged against him. The metallic tang of blood and explosives still hung heavy in the air.

“Butterfly!” Raj’s voice cracked through the comm with paternal concern.

“I’m fine,” Liv’s voice carried silk over steel despite her sudden weakness. “Just… something’s not…” Her eyes fixed on a barely visible residue pattern near what remained of the mole. “Father, scan for aerosol dispersal. Now.”

Sierra Team moved with professional urgency, their tactical gear’s sensors already sweeping the area. The first operator’s expression shifted to sharp concern as readings appeared.

“Ma’am,” his voice held controlled alarm. “We’re picking up traces of a compound. Something that matches…”

“The sealed files,” Sebastian’s aristocratic features settled into dangerous understanding as he supported his wife. “They didn’t just want us to find the body. They wanted you specifically to be here when we did.”

Through their secure comms, they could hear Raj initiating emergency containment protocols. “Butterfly, those chemical markers… they’re from Project Nightshade. Files that were sealed away during your grandfather’s time.”

Liv’s laugh held no humor as she steadied herself against Sebastian. “Well,” her smile turned predatory despite her pallor.

Part 2: Secret Legacy

Secure Facility – Multiple Sectors

The purple emergency lighting cast ghastly shadows across scenes of medical urgency throughout the facility. The sharp scent of antiseptic fought against the metallic tang of blood and chemical residue as emergency teams rushed between casualties.

“Status update,” Raj’s voice carried controlled fury through secure channels as another medical team surrounded Liv.

“Thirty-seven casualties from the strike team assault,” the lead medic reported while checking Liv’s deteriorating vitals. “Twenty-two critical. Compound appears to be a modified Nightshade variant, engineered for delayed systemic response. Highly sophisticated delivery system.”

Sebastian maintained his aristocratic composure as he supported his wife, but his eyes tracked each medical reading with growing concern. Sierra Team had established overlapping defensive perimeters, their professional expertise now divided between securing medical zones and screening for secondary devices.

“The dispersal pattern,” Liv’s voice still carried silk despite her rapidly paling complexion. “It wasn’t… wasn’t just from the final explosion. They used the maintenance network…”

“Multiple delivery points confirmed,” a tactical medic called out. “Finding trace elements throughout the facility. They turned our own ventilation systems against us.”

Through their secure comms, they could hear Raj coordinating a facility-wide evacuation. “Butterfly, these signatures… they’re matching grandfather’s restricted bioweapon trials. The ones that were supposed to be incinerated after the Stockholm incident.”

“Tell me, father,” Liv’s laugh turned into a controlled series of coughs, “why weren’t those particular files destroyed like the official records claim?”

The purple emergency lighting cast an otherworldly glow across the makeshift medical bay as teams worked with urgent precision. The antiseptic-heavy air carried whispers of controlled panic as casualty numbers continued to rise.

“Forty-three confirmed exposures,” the lead medic reported while administering another counter-agent to Liv. “Twenty-eight critical. Modified Nightshade variant is showing accelerated protein binding. Standard protocols are barely slowing progression.”

Sebastian’s aristocratic features remained composed as he monitored his wife’s treatment, but his hand never left hers. Sierra Team maintained their professional vigilance, their tactical expertise now focused on securing the expanding medical zones.

“The compound’s molecular structure,” Liv’s voice carried silk despite her increasingly laboured breathing, “it’s designed to… to piggyback on our own security measures. Using our decontamination protocols to… to spread further.”

“Confirmed,” a specialist called out, studying molecular readings. “Chemical signature is adapting to our containment measures. It’s like it was specifically engineered to-“

“To use our own defenses against us,” Raj’s voice cut through secure channels with controlled fury. “Butterfly, these patterns… they’re from your grandfather’s restricted bioengineering trials. Projects that were supposed to be eliminated after the Geneva Concordat.”

Through the growing medical chaos, Liv’s smile remained dangerous despite her deteriorating condition. “Someone didn’t just… didn’t just steal our security protocols. They found the research that the family tried to bury.”

“Project Nightshade,” Raj’s voice carried grim weight through secure channels. “Your grandfather’s masterpiece – and his greatest shame.”

Liv’s eyes sharpened despite her deteriorating condition, catching the subtle tension in her father’s tone. Sebastian’s aristocratic features showed dangerous understanding as he listened while monitoring his wife’s treatment.

“The official records,” Raj continued, “claim it was a failed attempt at enhanced security measures. Chemical deterrents for facility defense. But the truth…”

“The truth,” Liv’s voice carried silk despite her labored breathing, “is that grandfather was developing something far worse, wasn’t he?”

Through the medical chaos around them, Sierra Team maintained professional vigilance while listening. The lead medic’s hands never stopped working as the story unfolded.

“He called it ‘genetic security’,” Raj’s tone held controlled fury. “A compound that could recognize specific DNA patterns. Target only those without proper genetic markers. The perfect way to ensure family secrets stayed in the family.”

“But it went wrong,” Sebastian’s aristocratic assessment cut through the implications.

“Horrifically wrong,” Raj confirmed. “The compound didn’t just target outsiders – it started adapting, evolving. Learning to use security measures as transmission vectors. By the time they contained the Geneva incident…”

“By the time they contained it,” Liv’s dangerous smile never wavered despite her pallor, “the family had learned exactly why some research should never be pursued. But they didn’t destroy it all, did they father?”

The purple emergency lighting cast shifting shadows across the medical bay as treatment protocols intensified. The lead medic’s movements became more urgent as new readings appeared on her monitors.

“Compound is accelerating protein synthesis,” she reported, adjusting Liv’s treatment. “Standard counter-agents are becoming less effective. We need to switch to experimental protocols.”

Sebastian’s aristocratic composure wavered slightly as he watched his wife’s vitals continue to deteriorate. Sierra Team maintained their professional vigilance while medical staff rushed between the growing number of critical patients.

“Fifty-two confirmed exposures now,” a tactical medic called out. “Thirty-three critical. The compound is adapting faster than we can stabilize them.”

“It’s not just adapting,” Liv’s voice still carried silk despite her increasingly shallow breathing. “It’s… it’s learning. Using each treatment attempt to… to evolve.”

Through secure channels, they could hear Raj coordinating with emergency response teams. “Implementing Protocol Omega,” his voice held controlled urgency. “Butterfly, we’re bringing in specialized equipment from the family vaults.”

“The restricted vaults?” Sebastian’s question carried dangerous understanding.

“Yes,” Raj confirmed. “Equipment that was supposed to be destroyed after Geneva. Sometimes… sometimes you preserve the cure alongside the disease.”

Part 3: Aftermath

Secure Facility – Medical Recovery Wing

The harsh medical lighting had replaced the purple emergency glow, casting sterile shadows across the recovery ward. The antiseptic-heavy air carried whispers of controlled activity as medical teams monitored their stabilized patients.

“Vitals holding,” the lead medic reported, checking Liv’s readings. “The modified counter-agent from the family vault is showing positive response patterns. Though,” she glanced at the molecular displays, “we’ll need to maintain close observation.”

Sebastian sat beside his wife’s bed, his aristocratic composure restored now that her condition had stabilized. His hand remained gentle on hers as she drifted between consciousness and medically induced rest.

“Status report,” Liv’s voice carried silk despite her exhaustion.

“Fifty-seven total exposures,” the tactical medic provided. “All stabilized. No casualties after implementing Protocol Omega. Sierra Team maintaining security perimeter.”

Through secure channels, Raj’s voice held paternal relief. “Rest, butterfly. The facility is secured. Though,” his tone shifted to controlled concern, “we need to discuss why someone preserved grandfather’s research. And more importantly – who knew where to find it.”

“They didn’t just find it,” Liv’s dangerous smile remained even as fatigue pulled at her. “They improved it. Modified it to… to use our own protocols as delivery systems.”

“Which means,” Sebastian’s aristocratic features settled into tactical assessment, “someone not only had access to the sealed research, but the expertise to enhance it.”

The soft hum of medical equipment provided a quiet backdrop as the last of the medical team finally left them alone. The sterile air held traces of antiseptic and the lingering scent of Sebastian’s expensive cologne as he sat beside Liv’s bed.

“You know,” his aristocratic features softened slightly as he adjusted her blanket, “when I agreed to a strategic marriage alliance, I didn’t expect quite this much excitement in the first twenty-four hours.”

Liv’s laugh held tired silk. “Disappointed, darling? Most CEO’s get boring merger paperwork. You got chemical weapons and hidden research.”

“Fascinating thing about Blackwood marriage contracts,” his smile turned gentle as he brushed a strand of hair from her face. “They never mentioned anything about modified bioweapons from your grandfather’s era.”

“Should have read the fine print,” her voice carried weary amusement. “Though I suppose this wasn’t quite the wedding night either of us planned.”

Sebastian’s fingers intertwined with hers, his usual calculated composure giving way to something more genuine. “I rather thought we’d be discussing algorithms over champagne, not fighting off strike teams and legacy weapons.”

“Welcome to the Sinclair family,” Liv’s dangerous smile remained despite her exhaustion. “Where even our secrets have secrets, and grandfather’s research refuses to stay buried.”

The private suite hummed with quiet tension as they shared another kiss, gentler this time, a silent promise of comfort and unwavering support.

The weight of the day, the exhaustion that clung to them like a second skin, seemed to melt away with each tender press of his lips against hers.

He was more than just a husband, more than just a strategic partner; he was a sanctuary, a safe harbor in the midst of the storm.

As their lips parted, he was looking in her soul again and said: “I love that I found the real you in so little time… thank you for taking me for you! You are amazing”

He didn’t say anything just starred at his.

“And what did you saw?”, she asked with curiosity

“A magic I have no words to explain. Just I want you to see me too” he said.

He caressed her upper body and was getting ready again to show his love. But she felt too tired. “Next time, for sure”, she replied.

He understood completely, as the day was extremely extenuating for both of them. A small smirk broke out her face:

As she looked him back she reached out and took his hands and put them on her face. She said what both where thinking by staring at their eyes:

“You know Sebastian you’re stuck with me till the very very end, since you just gave you heart to the biggest chaos ever…”, – she grinned and made him come even closer with her hand gesture.

“And you,” she murmured, “you will never regret that. This is the real life. From this moment until the rest of my life!.”

And he again, touched her again, there, to her hand, and kissed a heart melting. Every move, every word, every touch was building a feeling between them. And the sun shined so brigth between them like it was celebrating the start of a beautiful.

It was another world where every heart desire has it and everything will be the best forever and ever

This wasn´t a mask, It was all a big beautiful real.

His hand traveled to her face, cupping her cheek with a tenderness that belied his usual stoicism. His thumb traced the delicate curve of her jaw, lingering for a moment on the soft skin beneath her ear.

“It seems,” he said, his voice low and intimate, “that even with all the explosions, the near-death experiences, and the lingering threat of global conspiracy, I’ve managed to stumble into something… rather extraordinary.”

He leaned in, his breath ghosting across her lips. “And as it turns out, you have become exactly what it says, Liv: “Extraordinary”.”

He closed his eyes, a rare moment of unguarded vulnerability, as he brushed his lips against hers.

He broke from her lips, with only a slight bit and asked: “And what now?”

She responded, her voice a whisper: “Now as we start a new life it can only get better”. And he joined their heads again for a hot sensual kiss.

All of their bodies merged as one and a sweet sensation has passed through each cell.

This sensation told them all will be all right. And a new age has just started for ever and ever, at their new joint life. It´s all magic!

“You know,” Liv’s voice held tired silk when they finally parted, “most CEOs just send flowers when their wife ends up in medical.”

“Most CEOs,” his smile held dangerous affection as he traced her cheek, “don’t have wives who outmaneuver strike teams while fighting off modified bioweapons.”

“Disappointed you didn’t get the simple socialite heiress everyone thought I was?”

Sebastian’s laugh carried pure appreciation. “Darling, meanwhile I know exactly who I was marrying. Though,” his eyes showed calculated amusement, “I admit I didn’t expect our honeymoon to involve quite so many explosions.”

“Welcome to Sinclair Global Finance,” her dangerous smile remained despite her exhaustion. “Where even our wedding nights come with tactical advantages.”

“Speaking of tactical advantages,” Sebastian’s tone shifted slightly as he adjusted her blanket, “I don’t suppose you’re well enough to attend Grandmother’s birthday celebration tomorrow evening?”

Liv’s tired laugh held pure silk. “The infamous Lady Blackwood’s private gathering? Darling, I wouldn’t miss it. Even if I have to attend in a hospital gown.”

“That would actually become quite the show,” James grinned with mischief.