Racist Judge Frames Innocent Black Woman - Unaware She's An Undercover FBI Agent

in a steamy Atlanta courtroom judge Raymond Carver slams his gavl sentencing Tiana Brooks a 32-year-old blackwoman to 20 years for stealing a purse she never touched her mother's whale pierces the silence as Cara smirks oblivious to the truth Tiana's an undercover FBI agent who's tracked his corruption for years her faint chilling smile flashes as deputies haul her away a spark that will torch his world this isn't her end it's his beginning how deep will his Empire crumble before we dive in let us know where you're watching from today if you stand for justice Against All

Odds hit like And subscribe for more stories that expose the truth and ignite change Tiana Brook sat on the edge of a rusted metal bench in a dimly lit holding cell beneath the Fulton County Courthouse her orange jumpsuit itching against her skin like a cheap costume she couldn't wait to shed the air stank of sweat and bleach a sour mix that clung to the cracked concrete walls she crossed her arms her dark eyes scanning the Shadows her mind replaying the last two years she'd spent burrowing into judge Raymond Carver's rotten Empire she'd posed as a

paralal a delivery driver a janitor all to plant tiny cameras in his Chambers microphones in his golf bags and fake bribe receipts in his desk drawers every smirk he flashed at sentencing black folks to decades for nothing every back room deal with slimy lawyers she'd caught it all today was supposed to be the payoff get framed take the hit let the feds swoop in with warrants blazing her Handler Agent Derek miles had promised extraction by Sundown she'd be out Carver would be cuffed and the whole corrupt circus would collapse her lips twitched with the ghost

of A Smile as she pictured Carver's smug face twisting into Panic she'd endured his gav's crack now it it was her turn to swing but the cell door didn't budge hours ticked by the sunlight fading through a high grimy window until the cell turned gray and cold Tiana's fingers tapped her knee a rhythm to keep her steady she trusted Derek a wiry ex-marine with a scar across his left cheek and a knack for busting crooked cops he'd never let her down in their six years working together from Chicago drug rings to Miami smuggling busts still

the silence Ned her she stood pacing the 5x7 space her sneakers squeaking on The Damp floor something was off she could feel it in Her Bones a prickle like static before a storm across town in his Oak paneled Chambers overlooking Peach Tree Street judge Raymond Carver leaned back in his leather chair a glass of bourbon sweating in his hand at 63 with silver hair slick tight and a jawline sharp enough to cut glass he carried himself like a king who'd never lost a war his wire rimmed glasses perched low on his nose as he skimmed

Tiana's thin case File the one he'd padded with lies about a stolen purse from a downtown Boutique it was a nothing charge a slap on the wrist for anyone else but he'd made it 20 years because she was black because her eyes had met his in court without flinching because he could he'd built his career on crushing people like her stacking sentences to keep Atlanta's private prisons fat with bodies and his bank count fatter with Kickbacks but something about Tiana Brooks itched at him she hadn't begged hadn't cried hadn't even blinked when he dropped the

hammer that smile that flicker of defiance stuck in his craw like a splinter he set the glass down hard the clink echoing in the empty room and buzzed his intercom Victor Slade his baliff and muscle stepped in all 6'4 of him filling the doorway Slade was an ex cop who'd left the force after a brutality rap He dodged with Cara's help his buzzed blonde hair gleamed under the fluorescent lights and his meaty hands flexed like they missed breaking things Carver tossed the file across the desk dig into this Brooks woman something's not right she's too

calm for some Street trash caught red-handed Slade nodded his pale blue eyes narrowing you think she's got a lawyer pulling strings Carver snorted sipping his bourbon maybe or maybe she's just stupid either way I want her buried find me dirt Victor deep dirt back in the cell Tiana heard boots clumping down the hall she straightened expecting Derek's signal a coded knock they'd used since her first undercover gig instead the door swung open and a skinny guard with a patchy beard sneered at her Brooks hands out you're moving she held her wrists forward keeping her face

blank as he snapped on cuffs but her pulse quickened this wasn't the plan the guard shoved her toward a Sally Port where a van idled its exhaust choking the air she climbed in the door slamming shut and the van lurched toward Fulton County Jail she replayed her cover Tiana Brooks single no kids ATO temp worker with a clean record until Cara's frame up it was airtight or so she'd thought Derek would fix this he had to Meanwhile Slade sat in a basement office at the courthouse a flickering bulb casting Shadows over a desk cluttered with

coffee cups and cig ET butts he cracked his knuckles and dialed a buddy still on the force a guy who owed him favors run a name for me Tiana Brooks full history no shortcuts the cop grumbled but complied and within an hour Slade had a report most of it matched her story born in Decor high school diploma odd jobs but one detail snagged his eye a driver's license issued 2 years ago had a glitch a duplicate number tied to a dead woman in Savannah Slade's gut Twisted he'd seen this before sloppy feds faking IDs he

grabbed his phone and called Carver boss we got a problem Brooks might be a plant her ID's fishy like government grade fishy Carver's bourbon stopped halfway to his lips his mind raced back to rumors he'd heard Whispers of fed sniffing around Atlanta's courts he dismissed them too careful to get caught his tracks covered by burned files and loyal dogs like Slade but Tiana's smile flashed in his head again and a cold sweat beaded on his neck she's playing me he muttered slamming the glass down he called his contact at the jail a warden who'd taken

his bribes for years Brooks Tiana triple her bail no calls no visitors lock her down tight the warden hesitated that's a stretch Ray she's small time Cara's voice dropped to a growl do it or I'll find someone who will she's trouble in the Jail's intake room Tiana stood under harsh lights as a guard fingerprinted her she'd been here before undercover but this felt different heavier the guard shoved her into a cell block and she sank onto a cot her arm brushing the cold steel frame she'd done her part taken the fall and Derek's team should

have raided Cara's office by now she pictured the headlines corrupt judge exposed her sacrifice would be worth it she closed her eyes counting the minutes clinging to that hope but then a shadow loomed outside her cell another guard this one with a shaved head and a sneer tossed a clipboard at her feet Bale set 300,000 cash only good luck princess Tiana's stomach dropped that was impossible a number meant to trap her here she picked up the clipboard saw Cara's signature scrolled at the bottom and her fists clenched he wasn't just framing her he was fighting

back hard Slade hung up from Carver and leaned back cracking his neck he'd keep digging find more cracks in her story Carver wanted her buried and Slade Liv to please he grabbed his jacket and headed for his truck already plotting his next move a late night visit to Tiana's old apartment a place she hadn't lived in since going deep cover if she was a Fed there'd be traces and he'd sniff them out back in her cell Tiana stared at the ceiling her mind spinning she'd underestimated Cara thought him too arrogant to suspect her now she

was caged cut off and the Clock Was ticking louder than ever Derek had to hurry because Carver wasn't waiting around to lose Tiana Brook stepped off the clanging metal ramp of the transport Van Into the razor wire Embrace of Fulton County Jail her wrists chafed raw from cuffs that bit deeper than necessary the late afternoon Sun baked the asphalt a shimmering Haze Rising around the squat Gray Building that loomed like a predator waiting to swallow her hole she'd been here before undercover slipping through its gates to plant bugs in the warden's office but now the

weight of her orange jumpsuit felt real suffocating her plan was still on track or so she told herself Derek miles her Handler would use her arrest as the final Domino to topple judge Raymond Carver's corrupt Tower she'd seen the feds move fast before raiding stash houses in Under 12 hours this would be no different she squared her shoulders her dark eyes flicking to the guard towers and muttered under her breath just hold on a little longer the extraction was coming it had to be inside the air turned thick with mildew and shouts as guards marched

her through intake a Burly officer with a buzzcut and a lazy eye shoved her against a wall barking orders while his partner a wiry guy with a mustache rifled through her jumpsuit Pockets another Thug off the streets buzzcut sneered his voice dripping with contempt as he snapped her photo Tiana bit her tongue her training keeping her face a mask of stone she'd heard worse felt worse but the Casual Venom still stung a reminder of why she joined the FBI in the first place they tossed her into a cell block the door slamming shut with a

clang that echoed down the hall she sank onto a cot the thin mattress sagging under her weight and waited Derek's team would storm Cara's Chambers any minute now hauling out files she'd risked everything to plant she pictured Victor Slade Cara's hulking baliff scrambling to explain the cameras she'd hidden in his truck a flicker of satisfaction warmed her chest she'd survived the frame up this was her win but the hours stretched into a restless night the cells fluorescent lights buzzing like a swarm of angry bees Tiana paced her sneakers scuffing the concrete her mind churning where

was Derek had the warrants hit a snag she'd been in tighter spots like that sting in Memphis where she' dodged a cartel hit squad but this silence felt heavier more ominous at dawn a new guard appeared a squat man with a Pock marked face and a smirk that didn't reach his eyes random search he grunted shoving her aside she stood still arms crossed as he tore through her cot flipping the mattress kicking her spare jumpsuit into a heap then he stopped his hand plunging into a slit in the mattress she hadn't noticed he pulled out

a baggie of white powder holding it up like a trophy well well looks like we got a dealer here Tiana's blood turned to ice that's not mine she said her voice steady but her pulse hammering the guard laughed a harsh bark tell it to the judge sweet sweetheart within hours she was back in Chains dragged to a holding room where a board clerk typed up new charges possession with intent to distribute life in prison loomed like a guillotine blade Tiana's mind raced piecing it together Carver he'd done this reached into the jail with his Filthy

Hands to bury her deeper she clenched her fists Nails digging into her Palms Derek would fix this he had to across town Derek mil sat at an unmarked sedan outside the FBI field office his phone pressed to his ear his scarred cheek twitching with frustration what do you mean delayed he snapped at his supervisor the warrants for Carver's office were stalled some pencil Pusher claiming jurisdictional red tape Derek slammed his fist on the dashboard Tiana was counting on him and now this drug charge muddied everything he dialed his contact at the jail demanding answers but

the line went dead Cara's influence was a spiderweb sticky and vast and Tiana was caught in its Center back at the jail Tiana's cell block buzzed with tension word of her drug bust had spread and eyes followed her every move at noon she shuffled into the yard the sun glaring off the chainlink fence she kept her head down sticking to the edges her training kicking in stay low stay alive but three inmates peeled off from a card game their strides purposeful their their hands tucked into waistbands the leader a wiry woman with a shaved head

and a scar slicing her eyebrow stepped close her breath hot with tobacco heard your a snitch she hissed before Tiana could react a shiv flashed slicing her left arm blood bloomed on her sleeve as she ducked slamming her elbow into Scar's nose the crack of bone echoed and Scar stumbled back cursing the other two lunged fists flying but Tiana spun kicking one in the knee sending her sprawling guards shouted boots pounding as they waited in batons raised Tiana raised her hands panting blood dripping onto the dirt she'd held her own kept her cover she'd won

this round but the victory soured fast that evening as a nurse stitched her arm in the infirmary the TV mounted on the wall flickered to life a local news Anchor's voice cut through the static breaking story out of Fulton County Jail Tiana Brooks recently sentenced for theft now faces allegations of running a drug ring from behind bars sources say she's a violent Kingpin with ties to Atlanta's underworld Tiana's jaw dropped the needle in her arm forgotten the screen flashed her mugshot her face Twisted into a scowl from the intake photo followed by grainy footage of

the yard fight edited to make her look like the aggressor the anchor droned on Judge Raymond Carver called the case a tragic example of unchecked crime Tiana's Stitch is pulled tight as her fists clenched Cara hadn't just planted drugs he turned her into a public enemy in his Chambers Cara sipped coffee a smug grin tugging at his lips as he watched the broadcast Victor Slade stood by the window cracking his knuckles told you she was trouble Slade said Cara nodded setting his mug down she thought she could play me now the whole city hates her

let's see her crawl out of this one he'd called in favors paid off guards fed the Press lies Tiana Brooks was finished or so he believed but Tiana staring at that TV screen felt a fire ignite in her gut she'd survived the shiv beaten the odds Cara thought he'd crushed her but he'd only made her angrier she'd find a way to hit back harder than he could imagine what do you think about Carver's ruthless move to smear Tiana drop a one in the comments if you think he's gone too far or a two if you

believe Tiana's got the grit to turn this around smash that like button if you're rooting for her to expose this snake and subscribe to catch every twist as she fights for justice will Derek break through Carver's web in time or is Tiana's next battle already spiraling out of control stick around to find out what's lurking around the corner Tiana Brook sat on a cold metal bench in Fulton County Jail's infirmary her left arm throbbing under fresh stitches that pulled with every breath the antiseptic stink burned her nose a sharp contrast to the blood and dirt

still caked under her nails from the yard fight she flexed her fingers wincing as pain shot up her elbow but her mind was razor sharp slicing through the chaos of the last 24 hours the drug plant in her cell the shiv slicing her skin the news branding her a Kingpin it all pointed to one man judge Raymond Carver he wasn't just framing her he was orchestrating a war to bury her alive she'd survived the attack kept her cover intact but the Clock Was ticking louder now a Relentless drum beat in her skull Derek miles her

Handler had to be close she'd seen him pull Miracles before like that time in Detroit when he'd busted her out of a gang safe house with seconds to spare he'd come through he always did across town Derek hunched over a cracked dashboard in his unmarked sedan parked in a shadowed alley behind the FBI field office his phone glowed in the dark casting harsh lines across his scarred cheek as he scrolled through encrypted messages the warrants for Cara's office were still snarled in red tape some judge in Cara's pocket stalling the process worse the jail had

climbed up refusing his calls after the drug charge hit Tiana he rubbed his temples the weight of her trust pressing on his chest she was counting on him and he was failing her then his phone buzzed a text from agent Carla Vance his second in command on the case found something meet me at the safe house urgent Derek's gut Twisted Carla was sharp a 10-year vet with a nose for corruption but her timing felt off still he fired up the engine and peeled out tires screeching on wet pavement if she had a lead he'd take

it back at the jail Tiana watched the infirmary clock tick past midnight its red digits glaring like an accusation she needed to reach Derek get word out that Cara was doubling down her eyes darted to the guard stationed by the door a lanky kid with acne scars and a nervous twitch she'd seen him Flinch during the yard fight heard him mutter apologies under his breath as he'd hauled her to safety he wasn't one of Carver's dogs she leaned forward keeping her voice low you got a pen he blinked startled then nodded fishing a stubby pencil

from his pocket she snatched it scribbling a coded message on a torn strip of bandage C planting D move fast T she taught Derek this Cipher years ago a mix of Shand and symbols only they knew she folded it tight and held it out get this to Agent Derek miles FBI tell him it's life or death the guard hesitated his Adams apple bobbing then took it slipping it into his sleeve I'll try he whispered and shuffled out Tiana exhaled her chest loosening she'd outsmarted the sister system turned a crack into a Lifeline now it was

up to Derek at the safe house a crumbling duplex on Atlanta's West Side Derek met Carla under a flickering porch light she stood rigid her short black hair tucked under a cap her hazel eyes darting to the Shadows what's the break he asked stepping inside the air smelled of stale coffee and milu the walls peeling like old skin Carla shut the door locking it twice then handed him a a flash drive intercepted a call from Carver's office to the jail he's got someone on our team feeding him Intel that's how he knew to plant the

drugs Derek's stomach dropped his fingers tightening around the drive who Carla's jaw clenched can't tell yet audio's garbled but they've got Tiana's Alias her real name everything Derek cursed slamming his fist into the wall plaster dust rained down as he plugged the drive into his laptop the audio crackling through Carver's voice smug and low talking to a woman she's a Fed keep her pinned the woman's reply was muffled but the Betrayal sliced Derek to the Bone he grabbed his keys I'm raiding Carver's office now warrants or not Tiana's exposed he stormed the courthouse at 3:

in the morning kicking in Cara's chamber door with four agents behind him the room was a shrine to power mahogany desk bourbon Bott bottles framed photos of Cara shaking hands with grinning politicians they tore through drawers seizing files Tiana had planted bribe ledgers glowing under blacklight ink Derek's pulse raced as he bagged a tape recorder with Carver's voice promising a developer leniency for cash this was it the Smoking Gun he'd get Tiana out by Dawn but as he radioed the jail to demand her release his phone buzzed it was the guard Breathless got your message

from Brooks She's in deep new charge hit an hour ago Derek froze what charge the guard's voice cracked bribing an officer five more years Carver signed it himself in his Chambers now a ransacked mess Carver stood by the window sipping bourbon from a cracked glass he'd salvaged Victor Slade loomed behind him his buzzed head gleaming in the Moonlight feds hit us Slade growled took half the mil s Carver's lips curled into a sneer doesn't matter I torched the rest and Brooks she's done he'd gotten the tip from his mole a woman's voice on a burner

phone warning him of the raid he'd raced to the courthouse dowed key evidence in lighter fluid and watched it burn in a trash can out back then he'd called the jail spinning a tail of Tiana bribing a guard her coded note Twisted into a lie he'd sat on the bench as a night magistrate adding 5 years to her sentence in a sham hearing his gavel slamming like a Thunderclap she's a black crook who thinks she's clever he' ranted to the empty courtroom his voice echoing off the walls not in my city Tiana stood in a

new cell smaller and Daner the air thick with mold the guard had returned head down muttering they Twisted it I'm sorry she stared at the bars her coated Triumph crumbling into dust Derek's raid had hit she could feel it but Carver had countered faster harder her arm achd her head pounded but her resolve hardened like steel she trusted the kid outplayed the yard and now this Cara wasn't just paranoid he had eyes inside the feds Derek didn't know who but she did someone close someone who'd sold her out she sank onto the cot her mind

racing how many more moves did Cara have she'd find out soon enough because this wasn't over not by a long shot in the safe house dere replayed the audio Carla hovering over his shoulder the woman's voice nagged at him familiar yet distant then it clicked he turned staring at Carla her cap pulled low her hands stuffed in her Pockets you he whispered his gun hand twitching she bolted for the door but he tackled her pinning her to the floor why he roared she spat blood glaring up at him Cara pays better and she's just another

casualty Derek's World tilted his team was cracked open and Tiana was paying the price he cuffed Carla his mind spinning to salvage the mission but the damage was done Carver had won this round and Tiana was deeper in the hole than ever Tiana Brook slumped against the mold stre wall of her new cell in Fulton County Jail her stitched arm throbbing like a heartbeat under the dim flicker of a Dying bulb the air was damp heavy with the stench of rust and despair and her orange jumpsuit clung to her sweat soaked skin she'd been locked

down for 3 days since Cara's latest strike the bribery charge pinning her tighter than ever her coded message had sparked Derek's raid and she'd felt the Tremor of Hope when the guard whispered about feds storming the courthouse Carver was cornered his Empire cracking she'd taken his blows the drugs the shiv the lies and still stood tall the pressure was building and she was sure it had break him first she closed her eyes picturing his silver hair matted with sweat as he faced a federal grilling this was her moment the edge of Victory she'd clawed for

outside Atlanta's streets erupted in chaos protests swelled like a tidal wave sparked by a leaked mugshot of Tiana her face bruised and defiant splashed across X and Instagram hashtags like M free Tiana and asava corrupt trended as activists posted clips of her yard fight the news smear flipped into proof of her targeting Derek miles fueled the fire slipping Carver's sentencing records to a local blogger 20 years for a black kid with a joint probation for a white exec caught embezzling Millions the numbers screamed racism and the city roared back by noon a crowd of 300

choked peachree Street outside the courthouse chanting Tiana's name waving signs that read Justice for the framed Derek stood among them his cheek hidden under a hoodie whispering to organizers she's one of us he said vo low Carver going down the air buzzed with Fury and Tiana's name became a rallying cry she'd won the people she thought even if she didn't know it yet inside his Chambers judge Raymond Carver paced his polished shoes scuffing the hardwood floor the bourbon in his glass trembled mirroring the sweat beading on his forehead Victor Slade loomed by the door his

buzzed head glistening his fists clenched like he itched to smash something they're out there screaming for her Slade growled nodding toward the window where chance filtered through thick glass Cara's lips twisted into a snarl let them scream she's a nobody a black crook who got caught but his voice wavered betraying the crack in his armor The Raid had taken half his files and now this mob was clawing at his throne he' burned evidence framed her again but the heat was Rising he slammed his glass down splashing Amber liquid across his desk and grabbed his phone

get me Channel 5 now at 3:00 Cara stepped onto the courthouse steps cameras flashing like gunfire his silver hair gleamed under the sun his wire rimmed glasses catching the light as He adjusted his tie the crowd booed but he raised his hands feigning calm I've served this city for 30 years he began his voice smooth as oil Tiana Brooks is a violent Criminal a drug dealer who attacked her own in jail I weep for the chaos she's caused crocodile tears welled in his eyes and he dabbed them with a handkerchief a rehearsed SOB breaking through

we need Law and Order not radicals tearing us apart the broadcast cut to Tiana's mugshot then looped the yard fight painting her as a menace commentators nodded parting his lies she's a cop hater a threat to Atlanta Carver smirked as he stepped back inside certain he'd flipped the script the mob would turn on her now Tiana felt the shift before she saw it in her cell a guard flipped on a TV bolted to the wall the volume cranked High Carver's face filled the screen his fake tears glistening his words twisting her into a monster her

stomach knotted but she kept her face blank years of training holding her steady the protest would force his hand she'd thought crack his defenses she'd won the streets hadn't she but as the broadcast ended the guard smirked muttering guess you're done huh her hope flickered a candle in a storm if the people turned Carver might ride this out she pressed her Palms to her eyes willing Derek to move faster he had the files the proof he'd make this right then the ground Shook at 5:00 Tiana's transport van rolled out of the jail a routine shift

to a holding facility downtown she sat cuffed in the back her stitched arm pressed against the cool metal wall her mind racing the protests had to be working Derek wouldn't let Carver's lies stick but as the van turned onto MLK Drive a roar swallowed the engine's hum a mob surged from the shadows two dozen strong their faces Twisted with rage rocks smashed the windshield glass exploding inward as the driver swerved cop killer they screamed voices thick with hate slurs cutting through the air like knives Tiana's heart slammed against her ribs these weren't her supporters Carver's

spin had flipped them the van rocked tires screeching as fists pounded the sides a brick crashed through her window showering her with shards one slicing her cheek blood trickled warm down her face as she ducked the Cuffs biting deeper the driver flawed but the mob chased a pickup truck ramming the van's rear string her up a man bellowed his voice Roar with Venom a noose swinging from his hand Tiana's breath caught her training Waring with Primal Fear she'd faced guns knives but this was a lynching pure and ugly fed by Cara's poison the van lurched

forward tires popping on broken glass and she braced for the end then Sirens wailed red and blue lights piercing The Dusk cops swarmed baton swinging but they moved slow reluctant Their Eyes Cold as they glanced at her through the shattered window move it one shouted at the driver not the mob his sneer saying she wasn't worth saving the van limped free the crowd scattering but Tiana's chest heaved her blood staining the seat she'd thought the people were her shield now they were Cara's weapon in his Chambers Cara watched the news replay the mob attack a

grin splitting his face told you she'd fall he said to Slade pouring another bbon they'll tear her apart before the feds can blink Slade nodded cracking his knuckles streets are ours again Cara leaned back savoring the chaos he'd Unleashed Tiana's win the protests had been her Peak and he turned it into her grave but Tiana slumped in the van wiped blood from her cheek her eyes narrowing she'd survived barely Cara thought he'd broken her but he'd only lit a fuse this wasn't her fa it was his mistake what's your take on Cara turning Tiana's own

supporters against her drop a one in the comments if you think this snake's gone beyond redemption or a two if you're betting on Tiana to rise from this ashes hit that like button if you're stunned by how fast Justice can flip and subscribe to see her claw her way back from the edge can Derek turn the tide with those seized files or has Cara's mob just handed him the knockout punch stay tuned to find out what's brewing in the shadows Tiana Brooks lay on a c in Fulton County Jail's infirmary her cheek stinging from the

glass cut she'd taken in the mob attack her stitched arm pulsing under a fresh bandage the room smelled of iodine and despair the walls a sickly green that reflected the flickering fluorescent light over head her orange jumpsuit was torn at the shoulder blood and dirt smudging the fabric but her eyes burned with a fire that hadn't dimmed the van assault had shaken her The Noose swinging in that man's hand replaying in her mind like a nightmare on Loop she'd survived barely thanks to the cops who' dragged their feet to save her the protests had turned

against her Carver's lies Sinking Deep into Atlanta's streets but she wasn't done Derek miles had the files the proof she'd planted over 2 years she'd felt the raids Ripple knew he was close to cracking Cara wide open she just had to hold on find a way to push back from inside these walls the infirmary door creaked open and a nurse shuffled in a wiry woman in her 50s with gray streaks in her braids and a face etched with exhaustion she carried a tray go gors and saline her brown eyes flicking to Tiana with a mix

of pity and curiosity you're a tough one she muttered setting the tray down heard about the van lucky you're still breathing Tiana sat up wincing as her arm protested Luck's got nothing to do with it she said her voice low but steady she'd seen the nurse before slipping painkillers to inmates who couldn't pay her hands quick and discreet not one of Carver's puppets Tiana's mind clicked into gear you got access to the guard's break room the nurse paused her hand hovering over the gauze maybe why Tiana leaned closer her whisper sharp I need something delivered

no questions the nurse's eyes narrowed but she nodded a silent agreement sealed Tiana tore a strip from her bandage using a bent nail she'd pried from the cot to scratch a message it was crude no Cipher this time just raw truth Carver's bribe Ledger under his desk blotter leak it tea she'd spotted The Ledger months ago posing as a janitor its leather cover stained with bourbon Rings stuffed with names and dollar amounts she' left it there too hot to move then but now it was her Ace she folded the strip tight and pressed it into

the nurse's Palm get this to Agent Derek miles FBI tell him it's from the ghost in Orange the nurse slipped it into her pocket her face unreadable and shuffled out Tiana sank back her chest loosening she turned a Shakedown into a Lifeline once before this was bigger if Derek got that ledger Carver's Empire would burn she'd won this move she was sure across town Derek sat in a cluttered FBI Safe House his laptop screen glowing with scanned files from Cara's office his scarred cheek twitched as he sipped cold coffee The Sting of Carla's betrayal still

Roar she was in custody spilling names under pressure but the damage lingered he trusted her and Tiana had paid for it the seized files were gold taped conversations bribe receipts enough to nail Cara for a decade but the warrants were still stored and Tiana was drowning in new charges then his phone buzzed an unknown number miles he answered voice tight a woman's voice rough and low came through got a ghost's note for you check your drop spot the line went dead Derek bolted to the alley behind the safe house fishing a crumpled bandage from a

trash can he unfolded it read Tiana's scroll and grinned that's my girl he dialed a tech barking orders to hack Channel 5's feed then raced to leak The Ledger online by midnight it hit paig of Carver's handwriting payoffs from prison CEOs developers cops all live for the world to see Twitter exploded Carver caught trending as screenshots spread like wildfire in his Chambers judge Raymond Carver watched the leak unfold on his phone his silver hair disheveled his bourbon glass empty The Ledger Pages flashed across news sites his signature glaring back at him how he roared hurling

the phone at the wall Victor Slade stood by his meaty hands flexing she's still fighting boss from jail Carver's face purpled veins bulging not for long he'd lost files burned others but this was a gut punch the protests The Raid now this his reputation was Ash his allies scrambling to distance themselves he grabbed a burnap phone and called the warden a greasy man who'd pocketed his cash for years stage a riot now I want Brooks gone the warden stammered that's risky Ray Carver's voice dropped to a hiss do it or you're next at 6: in

the morning Tiana woke to shouts echoing down the cell block she drifted off dreaming of Cara's arrest The Ledger her knockout blow she thought she'd turned the tide forced his hand then the lights flared red alarms blaring and Chaos erupted inmates flooded the Halls fists swinging trays smashing against bars guards shouted batons cracking skulls but their eyes locked on her cell the door flew open and the squat Guard from the drug plant sneered troublemaking rat gets what's coming he locked her in solitary a 6x4 box with no windows as screams pierced the walls smoke curled

under the door thick and black choking her lungs she pounded the steel coughing her eyes streaming peering through the slot she saw Flames licking her old cell her mattress a torch her few belongings swallowed by fire the warden's voice crackled over the intercom Brook started this let her burn Tiana sank to her knees the heat searing her skin the smoke clawing her throat she'd survived the mob outsmarted Cara with The Ledger but this was his Counterstrike a riot to erase her her Victory had crashed his world and he turned the jail into a furnace to

bury her alive she pressed her face to the floor gasping for air her mind racing Derek's leak had worked but Cara wasn't folding he was escalating ruthless and unhinged the nurse had gotten through she'd bet her life on it but now her life was the wager she clawed at the slot her stitches ripping open blood slicking her fingers this wasn't the end she told herself coughing through the haze she'd find a way out because Carver hadn't counted on her will to survive this hell in his Chambers Carver watched the jail security feed on a laptop

Slade had rigged Flames dancing in his refle reflection she's toast he muttered a grin twisting his lips no fed can crawl out of that Slade nodded cracking his neck crowds quiet now you're back on top Cara poured another bourbon savoring the burn Tiana's Ledger had stung but he'd stung back harder he thought she was finished her ashes his trophy but Tiana choking in that box felt her pulse steady she'd won the public lost it won it again and now this Cara's fire was his mistake because she wasn't Ash yet she was a spark and she'd

ignite again Tiana Brooks clawed at the steel door of her solitary cell in Fulton County Jail her lungs burning as smoke seeped through the slot thick and acrid a black veil choking her every breath her stitches had torn open blood slicking her fingers painting the floor in streaks as she pounded the metal the Riot's Roar faded into a distant hum but the heat pressed closer the fire Carver had Unleashed Goring at the walls outside she'd survived his frame-ups the shiv the mob and turned his Ledger against him crashing his reputation into the dirt she'd thought

the leak was her Checkmate The public's outrage her Shield but Cara had turned the jail into a py and she was trapped her Victory curling into Ash she coughed her knees buckling and pressed her face to the floor sucking thin threads of air through the crack not yet she rasped her voice a grally whisper she'd find a way out she always did across town Derek miles paced the FBI Safe House his boots scuffing the Warped hardwood as his laptop stream jail security feeds hacked by a trembling Tech Flames danced on the screen inmates scattering guards

swinging batons his scarred cheek twitched his fists clenched tight enough to crack Knuckles Tiana's Ledger leak had blown Carver World apart trending hashtags lighting up his phone but the riot news hit like a sucker punch he'd failed her again Carla's betrayal still a fresh wound and now this he grabbed his burner and called a federal judge he'd blackmailed once over a DUI his voice sharp as a blade I need an injunction Fulton County is burning and my agents inside move now or your career is next the judge stammered but Derek hung up already dialing the

jail release Tiana Brooks Federal order incoming the warden sputtered she's in solitary riots out of control Derek's growl cut through get her out or I'll bury you with Carver at 7 in the morning the solitary door groaned open a guard with soot streak cheeks hauling Tiana to her feet her legs wobbled her jumpsuit soaked with sweat and blood but she straightened her dark eyes blazing through the haze move she snapped shoving past him the hall was was a war zone smoke swirling alarm shrieking but the guard led her to a sally port where a black

SUV idled Derek's team two agents in tactical gear yanked her inside tires squealing as they peeled out she collapsed against the seat gulping clean air her chest heaving safe house she coked the driver nodded a grim line to his mouth 5 miles out you're free Tiana's lips twitched a flicker of trump Triumph breaking through the exhaustion she survived the fire Derek had pulled her out Cara's Riot had failed she was free or so she thought the safe house was a brick ranch on Atlanta's outskirts tucked behind overgrown Pines its Windows boarded tight Tiana stumbled inside

her stitched arm cradled against her ribs the cut on her cheek crusted with blood Derek met her at the door his scarred face softening for a split second before hardening again you're a damn tank he said handing her a water bottle she chugged it the cool liquid washing away the smokes bitter taste Ledger worked she asked wiping her mouth he grinned pulling up his laptop carva toast protests are back bigger feds are moving on him Tiana sank onto a couch it Springs creaking under her weight she'd done it turned the jail into his grave instead

of hers she closed her eyes let in relief flood her veins Freedom tasted sweet even in this Dusty Hideout but Cara wasn't done in his Chambers he sat hunched over a burner phone his silver hair plastered with sweat his bourbon bottle dry Victor Slade stood by his buzzed head gleaming his eyes darting to the windows where protest chants echoed faintly The Ledger leak had gutted him his allies bailing his name poison the riot hadn't killed Tiana she'd slipped through again he'd underestimated her but he wouldn't again he dialed a techie he'd bailed out of a

hacking rap years back a Twitchy kid named Bryce FBI's got a Safe House Network crack it find her Bryce's voice crackled hesitant that's big judge they'll Trace me Carver snarl cut through do it or I'll dig up your old charges an hour later Bryce texted coordinates Tiana's location glowing on Carver screen he grinned cold and vicious and called a dirty SWAT Captain he owned she's a fugitive take her down at 9: the safe house door exploded inward wood splintering as SWAT stormed in rifles raised flashlights slicing the dark Tiana Brooks hands up the captain bellowed

his voice thick with Venom bullets sprayed the walls glass shattering as Derek Dove behind the couch dragging Tiana with him fugitive my ass he shouted firing back Tiana's heart slammed against her ribs her training kicking in she grabbed a Shard of window pane slicing her cuffs free and bolted for the back go Derek yelled covering her she crashed through a rear window glass cutting her palms and Hit the Dirt Running Pines whipping her face the SWAT team roared after her boots pounding guns blazing but she zigzagged disappearing into the trees her breath burned her legs

screamed but she escaped barely she crouched in a ditch mud soaking her jumpsuit her pulse thundering as Sirens faded she thought freedom was hers the safe house her Sanctuary then headlights flared and she froze a SWAT truck idled nearby the captain barking orders she's a cop killer Now find her prince Tiana's stomach dropped she peaked through the brush seeing them lift a dead officer's gun from the wreckage one she'd never touched Carver's voice crackled over their radio plant it she's done her blood ran cold he'd hacked her location turned a rescue into a massacre and

framed her for murder her prince smeared in the safe house from years undercover would seal it she'd escaped the fire the mob the jail but this was worse a death sentence with her name etched in blood Derek limped from the safe house blood trickling from a grazed shoulder his team scattered or dead he'd gotten harassed rout thought she was safe but Cara had struck back ruthless and precise Tiana huddled in the ditch her mind racing she'd won her freedom for a heartbeat only to lose it in a hail of bullets and lies Cara wasn't just

fighting he was rewriting her into a monster she wiped mud from her face her resolve hardening he thought he'd caged her for good but she'd claw her way out again this wasn't her end it was his misstep and she'd make him pay did Carver's SWAT Ambush leave you stunned at his desperation drop a one in the comments if you think he's lost all grip on sanity or a two if Tiana's Escape proves she's unbreakable smash that like button if you're reeling from this betrayal And subscribe to catch every pulse pounding twist will Tiana turn this

Manhunt into her Counterstrike or has Cara's bloody frame up finally cornered her for good hang tight to see how deep this Rabbit Hole goes Tiana Brooks crouched in a muddy ditch on Atlanta's outskirts her breath shallow her orange jumpsuit soaked through with Grime and sweat pine needles scratched her face and the cut on her cheek oozed a sharp Sting mingling with the ache of her torn Stitches the SWAT Ambush had shattered her safe house Derek's rescue turned into a blood bath and now Cara's frame up branded her a cop killer her prince planted on a

dead officer's gun Sirens wailed in the distance fading as the night swallowed them but she stayed low her dark eyes scanning the Shadows she'd escaped the Jail's fire the mob's noose and now this her Freedom snatched away in a hail of bullets she wasn't safe not with Carver's reach choking the city but she wasn't dead either she wiped mud from her hands her mind racing she needed cover a way to hit back she'd gone dark before vanished into Chicago's underbelly during a cartel sting she could do it again she stumbled through the woods her legs

trembling but Relentless until she hit the edge of Atlanta's South Side a sprawl of crumbling brick and flickering street lights the homeless Network here was a Ghost World she'd tapped undercover a maze of alleys and abandoned Lots where people survived off the grid she slipped into a tent city beneath a rusted overpass the air thick with the smell of burnt plastic and unwashed bodies a man with a gray beard and a limp old Joe squinted at her from a folding chair his hands wrapped around a chipped mug you look like trouble he rasped Tiana knelt

keeping her voice low I'm running need a spot to breathe Joe studied her then jerked his head toward a tarp strung between two pillars hide there don't ask don't tell she nodded crawling under the top her body sinking into a pile of damp blankets she was off the map now a shadow among Shadows her next move was Tech she'd planted a back door in Carver's email years years ago a trick from her first FBI gig posing as a courthouse it Lackey she borrowed a burner phone from a kid trading batteries for smokes her fingers flying

over the cracked screen she hacked in her heart pounding as Carver's inbox loaded threats to judges payoffs to Cops and a fresh thread with Victor Slade she's loose find her Tiana grinned sharp and fleeting and forwarded it all to Derek's encrypted drop attaching a note alive use this she sent it then smashed the phone under her heels scattering the pieces in a dumpster by Dawn Derek leaked it online the emails hitting X like a bomb Cara hunts trending as screenshots spread protests reignited louder angrier and Carver suspension hit the news judge Under Fire removed pending

probe Tiana exhaled her chest loosening she'd turned the Manhunt into his humiliation she'd won breathing room or so she thought in his Chambers now stripped of bourbon and files judge Raymond Carver sat in dim light his silver hair wild his tie undone the suspension notice glowed on his laptop the protests chance seeping through cracked Windows Victor Slade paced his buzzed head slick with sweat his fists flexing she's a ghost Slade growled emails are everywhere Cara's face Twisted a vein pulsing in his Temple The Ledger the riot now this Tiana Brooks was a cockroach refusing to

die he'd lost his bench his allies but not his fight he grabbed a burner and called a contact he'd kept in the dark Eli Voss leader of the Dixie Reapers a white supremacist gang he'd sprung from drug reps she's hiding Southside burn her out 10 grand per head voss's draw crackled back black fed huh pleasure's mine Carver slammed the phone down his grin feral let's see her Dodge this at dusk Tiana huddled under the tarp her stomach growling her body aching but alert old Joe shuffled over slipping her a stale sandwich words out you're hot

he muttered she nodded tearing into the bread she'd hacked Carver turned the Streets back to her side Derek would move soon she could feel it then tires screeched and the air split with a roar motorcycles thundered in a dozen strong the Dixie Reapers Confederate patches glinting under sodium lights men in leather and hate Spilled Out torches flaring molotov in hand where's the black plague Voss bellowed his voice dripping Venom his bald head tattooed with a swastika Tiana Dove deeper under the top as flames erupted the Tent City igniting like dry grass screams pierced the night

bodies running and she bolted her lungs searing as smoke swallowed her she she zigzagged through the chaos fire licking her heels her jumpsuit singed old Joe grabbed her arm pulling her toward a storm drain go he shouted but a Reaper's bat cracked his skull blood spraying as he crumpled Tiana froze her heart lurching then ran diving into the drain as a Molotov exploded behind her shrapnel tore her Cal a hot Spike of pain and she crawled through muck blood trailing above the Reapers torched another tent a woman's scream cut short as flames consumed her Tiana's

fists clenched her nails digging into her Palms she'd lost Joe lost another Ally her wi with the emails erased in a blaze of hate she emerged in an alley limping her breath ragged the glow of the fire painting the sky red Cara hadn't just struck back he'd Unleashed a massacre in a Downtown Bar Cara watched the news on a muted TV smoke rising from the South Side his lips curling into a smirk cleaning the streets he muttered to Slade sipping a stolen beer she's gone now Slade cracked his knuckles nodding Reapers don't miss the broadcast

cut to Cara's leaked emails protests swelling but he didn't Flinch he turned Tiana's Refuge into a graveyard her Victory into a body count he thought she was Ash her fight snuffed out but Tiana bleeding in that Ally wiped soot from her face her eyes narrowing she'd hacked him dodged his SWAT and now the this too dead her shelter gone but she wasn't broken Cara's gang was his desperation and she'd use it she limped toward a pay phone her mind sharpening he'd pay for every scream every flame Derek holed up in a new safe house saw

the fire on his feed his scarred cheek paling Tiana he whispered grabbing his gun she'd leaked the emails turned the tide but Carver had countered with blood he dialed his team barking orders his voice tight Southside now she's alive find her he knew her knew she'd survive but the cost was piling up Tiana clutching the pay phone dialed Derek's drop her voice a rasp Reapers Carvers I'm here she hung up sinking against the wall her calf oozing her resolve steal she' thought the streets were hers again but Carver had burned them down this wasn't her

end it was his next mistake and she'd make it his last Tiana Brooks limped through a rain slicked alley on Atlanta's South Side her orange jumpsuit tattered and blood streak her calf pulsing with every step from the shrapnel wound she'd taken in the Dixie Reaper Firestorm the payones dial tone still buzzed in her ears her rasped message to Derek miles echoing in her skull Reapers Carvers I'm here she'd survived the blaze that claimed old Joe and another her hacked emails crashing Carver's suspension into reality but the cost was a knif in her gut too dead

their screams haunting her as she sank against a brick wall rain washing soot and blood into the gutter she needed help a Lifeline Beyond Derek's reach her sister Lena flashed in her mind a nurse with steady hands and a safe apartment in Midtown Tiana gritted her teeth pushing Off the Wall she'd kept Lena out of this but Cara's gang had changed the game she had to move she hitched a ride with a trucker who didn't ask questions his rig rumbling through the city's veins until she slipped out three blocks from Lena's place the rain masked

her stagger as she climbed the fire escape her sneakers squeaking on wet metal she tapped the window and Lena's face appeared her braids pulled tight her brown eyes widening at Tiana's State Jesus tea Lena whispered yanking her inside the apartment smelled of antiseptic and coffee a stark contrast to the Jail's rot Lena 35 and wiry grabbed her medkit stitching Tiana's calf with quick practiced Jabs what's this now she asked her voice tight Tiana slumped on the couch her stitched arm cradled Carver judge he's after me Lena's needle paused her jaw clenching your FBI I knew

it Tiana nodded exhaustion cracking her mask I'm safe here just need a night Lena finished the stitches her silence heavy Tiana closed her eyes the couch swallowing her she'd made it a Haven at last she woke to sunlight streaming through blinds Lena brewing coffee in the kitchen her calf achd but the bleeding had stopped Lena's work holding strong she dodged Carver's Reapers turned the streets against him again this was her regroup her chance to plan with Derek she sipped water her mind sharpening when the TV flickered on a news scrolling judge Cara suspended a mid

corruption probe she grinned fleeting but Fierce her hack had landed and Lena's roof was her Shield she thought she'd won a breath a moment to strike back but then the apartment door rattled a faint Buzz growing louder Lena frowned peering through the peephole and gasped T hide Tiana bolted to the bedroom her heart slamming as the door crashed open Victor Slade stormed in his buzz head gleaming a pistol in one hand a phone streaming live in the other two Dixie Reapers flanked him their swastika tattoos star under the fluorescent light Lena screamed and Slade grabbed

her wrenching her arms behind her back the phone shoved in her face Tiana Brooks he bellowed his voice booming through the live feed come out or she's meat Tiana froze behind the bedroom door her breath shallow the Reaper's boot scuffing the floor the stream showed Lena tied to a chair her eyes wide with Terror blood trickling from a split lip Cara's Voice crackled through cold and smug surrender or your sister's collateral damage for her kind Tiana's stomach Twisted rage and fear colliding he'd found her turned her Sanctuary into a trap and now Lena was the

bait she stepped out hands raised her face a mask of Steel let her go she said her voice low cutting through through the chaos Slade grinned tossing rope to a Reaper who bound her wrists the knots biting deep good girl he sneered shoving her toward Lena Tiana locked eyes with her sister mouthing I'll fix this she trayed herself save Lena end this here Slade holded them to a van the live feed still rolling thousands watching as he drove to a warehouse on the city's Edge its rusted walls looming like a tomb inside he tied Lena

to a beam his gun pressed to her Temple then turned to Tiana boss wants a show Carver's voice barked through the phone shoot the sister lock her up Tiana lunged but a Reaper's fist cracked her jaw dropping her to the concrete The Gunshot echoed Lena's scream piercing the air as blood sprayed from her leg Tiana roared thrashing against her ropes but Slade kicked her ribs her breath exploding out stay down he spat dragging her to a basement patch he shoved her in the door slamming shut water rushing around her knees the space was a flooded

pit the ceiling dripping the walls slick with mold Tiana's wrists bled her jaw throbbed but her eyes burned as water climbed to her waist Cara had doubled crossed her shot Lena anyway and now she was drowning she'd thought her sacrifice would free her sister but he'd played her his cruelty boundless she clawed at the hatch the cold biting her bones her mind racing he'd pay for this for every drop of Lena's blood in the warehouse slayed wiped his gun the live feed cutting off as viewers screamed online Cara watched from a bar nursing a beer

his silver hair glinting under Neon Lights she's finished he muttered to himself a smirk twisting his lips Lena's wound was a message Tiana's trap his Triumph he'd lost his bench his files but he'd crushed her spirit or so he thought Tiana chest Deep in water found a rusted pipe jutting from the wall she yanked it free her hands shaking and smashed the hatch's lock the metal groaning she climbed out soaked and Furious her sister's scream fueling her Cara's wind was a mirage and she'd turned it into his nightmare Derek H up in a safe house

saw the stream before it cut his scarred cheek paling Lena he whispered grabbing His Radio Tiana was alive he knew it but this was Cara's deepest cut yet he rallied his team his voice a growl Warehouse District move Tiana dripping in the basement tore a strip from her jumpsuit tying her calf tight she'd lost her Haven her sister's safety but not her fight Cava thought he drowned her but she was rising and he'd feel the flood how brutal was kava's move to drag Lena into this drop a one in the comments if you think he's

crossed every line imaginable or a two if Tiana's Escape proves she's a force he can't stop smash that like button if this family twist hit you hard and subscribe to see her turn pain into power can Tiana save Lena from Carver's grip or will this basement be the start of an even darker plunge keep watching to see what rises from the wreckage Tiana Brooks hauled herself out of the flooded basement in the warehouse her soaked orange jumpsuit clinging to her shivering frame water streaming from her braids as she gripped The Rusted pipe she'd used to

smash the hatch her jaw throbbed from Slade's punch her calf oozed blood through Lena's stitches and her wrists burned raw from the ropes the air was thick with mildew and the echo of her sister's scream Lena's leg wound a red hot brand in her mind she' traded herself to save her thought she'd outmaneuvered Cara's sadistic game but he'd shot Lena anyway double crossed her with a grin now she stood in the dark dripping and Furious the concrete cold under her bare feet she tore a strip from her sleeve wrapping it tight around her Cal her

teeth gritted against the pain Lena was upstairs bleeding and Tiana would get her out no matter what she crept up the creaking stairs her pipe clutched like a Lifeline her ears straining for Slade's heavy boots or the reaper taunts the warehouse loomed silent its rusted beams casting Jagged Shadows under flickering bulbs she found Lena tied to the beam her face pale blood pooling beneath her chair from the gunshot wound in her thigh tea Lena rasped her voice weak but alive Tiana dropped to her knees her hands shaking as she Cut the Ropes with the pipe's

Jagged Edge hold on she whispered her throat tight the wound was a mess flesh torn but the bullet had missed the artery she needed heat something to stop the bleeding she spotted a propane torch in the corner left by the Reapers and grabbed it her fingers fumbling to light it the flame hissed and she pressed the hot pipe to Lena's leg cauterizing the wound Lena's scream ripped through the silence her body bucking but Tiana held her steady tears stinging her eyes I've got you she said her voice breaking the bleeding slowed a charred seal forming

and Lena slumped panting Tiana thought they'd make it now run to Derek's next Safe House end this nightmare she hoisted Lena up her sister's arm slung over her shoulder and staggered toward the warehouse door the night outside was still rain tapping the roof a deceptive calm after Slade storm Derek's voice crackled in her memory his promise to find her after the live stream cut he'd seen it she knew and he'd come they limped into the yard Lena's weight dragging her down when headlights flared tires screeching three black SUVs roared in FBI logos glinting on the

sides Derek leapt out his scarred cheeks Stark under the flood lights his gun raised Tiana he shouted agents Fanning out behind him they stormed the warehouse cuffing two Reapers left guarding the Vans their swastika tattoos gleaming in the rain Tiana's chest loosened her knees buckling as Derek reached her taking Lena's other arm safe house now he said his voice a Lifeline she'd survived the flood saved her sister and Derek had her back they'd won this round the safe house was a concrete bunker 10 Mi East its steel door slamming shut as Derek's team hustled them

inside Tiana sank onto a cot Lena beside her a medic stitching her leg proper now Derek paced His Radio crackling with up updates Reapers down Carver crew scrambling he'd used the live stream to trace them the feds raiding carers bar Hideout hauling him in on assault charges he's on bail Derek said his jaw tight but we've got him Tiana nodded her head spinning but clear the arrest was her Victory Lena's survival her prize she turned Carver trap into his cage she closed her eyes exhaustion pulling her under believing the worst was behind them but Cara

wasn't finished free on bail he sat in a dingy motel room his silver hair matted his tie a noose around his neck Victor Slade stood by the window his buzzed head slick with sweat a burnap phone pressed to his ear the arrest had stung the Reaper's failure a slap but Carver's mind churned with Venom Tiana had slipped again her sister alive the feds closing in he'd lost his bench his files his gang but he had one card left he called a demolition guy he'd sprung from an arson wrap a jittery excon named Hank bunker east

of town FBI spot blow it 20 grand Hank hesitated his voice shaking that's feds judge Carver's snar cut through do it or I'll bury you an hour later Hank planted a bomb under the safe house its timer ticking down a red light pulsing in the dark at midnight the ground shook a deafening Roar splitting the silence the safe house collapsed concrete crumbling steel twisting as flames erupted Tiana jolted awake Lena's scream piercing her ears as the cot flipped debris raining down she grabbed her sister dragging her through dust and fire her lungs burning her Cal

ripping open again Derek shouted out his voice lost in the chaos but a beam crashed pinning his leg Tiana doubled back heaving it off him her arms trembling blood slicking her hands they stumbled into the night smoke choking the air the bunker a blazing ruin she thought they'd escaped her heart pounding with relief when a crack split the darkness a sniper's bullet grazed her skull blood pouring down her face her vision blurring she fell to her knees Lena catching her Derek firing into the trees Cara watched from the motel a grainy feed on Slade's phone

showing the explosion his grin feral black troublemakers don't last he muttered The sniper's Voice crackling through she's marked a damn animal one more shot Slade nodded cracking his knuckles finish her the blast had leveled her Refuge the bullet her tombstone he'd lost everything but he'd take her with him Tiana blood dripping into her eyes clutched Lena's hand her head spinning she'd saved her sister thought Derek's raid was the end but Cara had bombed her world and aimed for her skull the sniper's scope glinted in the distance her breath shallow her resolve flickering she'd survived the

warehouse but this was near death Carver's cruestv stay down he hissed scanning the dark Tiana wiped blood from her brow her mind racing she' turned the live stream against Carver gotten him cuffed but he'd countered with a B bom and a bullet Relentless and unhinged she'd ah thought she'd won saved Lena but now they were prey hunted in the wreckage her fingers tightened around the pipe she'd grabbed her pulse steadying Carver thought he'd ended her but she wasn't gone not yet she'd rise from this make him bleed for it because this wasn't her grave it

was his miscalculation Tiana Brooks crouched behind a splintered oak tree blood streaming from the sniper's Graze on her skull matting her braids and blurring her vision as she clutched Lena's trembling hand the safe house burned behind them a roaring Inferno of Twisted steel and shattered concrete the bomb's aftermath swallowing Derek's rescue in Flames her orange jumpsuit hung in tatters her calf wound oozing through its makeshift bandage her stitched arm throbbing under the strain of dragging Lena from the rubble Derek knelt beside her his shoulder bleeding from a bullet graze his gun raised as he scanmed

the dark woods for the sniper Lena's leg cauterized and stitched seeped blood her breaths shallow but steady Tiana's head pounded but her grip tightened on The Rusted pipe she'd salvaged her resolve a steel thread in the chaos she'd saved her sister thought Cara's arrest was her win only to have him bomb her world and Mark her for death she wiped blood from her eyes her jaw set he'd pay for this Derek hissed stay low his scarred cheek glistening with sweat as he fired into the trees the sniper scope glinting briefly before Vanishing Tiana's mind raced

piecing it together Carver was on bail desperate his Empire crumbling under her leaks and derk's raids she'd turned the live stream against him gotten him cuffed and now he'd struck back with a bomb and a bullet but she wasn't dead yet she'd hacked his emails survived his Reapers and clawed out of his trap she could turn this too Derek she whispered her voice horse get me a phone he nodded fishing a burner from his vest and she dialed a new station's tip line she'd memorized undercover her fingers shook but her words were steel Carver bombed

an FBI Safe House live feed now she hung up then hacked her traffic cam with the burner shaky signal streaming the fire live within minutes X lit up alas Cara kills trending as Choppers buzzed overhead cameras catching the blaze in his motel room judge Raymond Carver watched the feed on slades phone his silver hair wild his bourbon bottle empty the explosion replayed Tiana's voice crackling through his name poison on every screen she's still alive he snarled hurling the phone at the wall Victor Slade stood by his buzzed head slick his fists flexing sniper missed fza

warming Carver's face twisted his suspension his arrest now this Tiana Brooks was a Hydra every cut sprouting a new head he'd bombed her shot at her but she turned it public his desperation a noose tightening around his neck he grabbed a burner and called his last Ally state senator Paul Grayson a man he'd funneled prison profits to for years declare Marshall Law He barked Atlanta's out of control she's the spark Grayson hesitated his voice thin that's extreme Ray Carver's growl cut through do it or I'll drag you down with me by Dawn Tiana's broadcast had

sparked chaos protests erupted across Atlanta 10,000 strong choking downtown with signs and screams news van swarmed The Safe House Ruins Derek's team pulling back as Choppers circled Tiana Lena and Derek slipped into a stolen pickup her head wound clotting her pipe still clutched tight she turned the the bomb into Carver's confession thought the Public's rage would bury him for good she leaned against the window her breath fogging the glass believing Justice was hers at last then Sirens wailed louder sharper and the radio crackled Governor declares martial law in Atlanta riot police deployed to restore order

Tiana's stomach dropped her Victory souring Carver had counted turned her exposure into his weapon the truck jolted as armored Vans roared past Riot cops spilling out Shields raised batons gleaming they hit the South Side first tear gas blooming in thick clouds screams piercing the morning Tiana's eyes narrowed her pulse racing this wasn't just containment it was war the cops reached a hospital where Derek had stashed them its brick walls a fragile Shield inside He barked kicking the door open nurses scattered as they stumbled in Lena collapsing on a g Tiana's blood dripping onto the tile

she thought they'd hide regroup but boots thundered closer riot gear clanking the door burst open six cops storming in their visors down their voices thick with hate there's the black one shouted slurs flying as they charged Tiana swung her pipe cracking a shield but a baton slammed her ribs her breath exploding out another hit her skull the Graze splitting wider and she fell her vision swimming they beat her senseless boots stomping her legs fists pounding her back slurs raining down like blows cop killer trash they roared their rage fueled by Carver's lies Marshall Law their

license Lena screamed claing at a cop but he shoved her down her stitched leg buckling Derek fired grazing one but they tackled him his gun skittering across the floor Tiana's World darkened blood pooling beneath her her pipe rolling away she'd exposed the bomb thought the feds would close in but Carver had turned the city into his fist the cops his executioners a captain loomed over her his baton raised when a screen flickered on the wall Carver's face glaring through a jail video call never win he smirked his silver hair neat despite the Cuffs you're nothing

the beating stopped the cops dragging Lena away her cry fading down the hall Tiana lay broken her ribs cracked her skull a throbbing mess Derek groaning beside her they'd cuffed Cara turned the public but he'd counted with Marshal Law his allies unleashing hell the hospital spun her breath shallow her Victory shredded she'd thought she'd broken him but he'd broken her body stolen leener again the captain kicked her once more his boot grinding her cheek into the tile stay down he spat leaving her in the dark she'd survived the bomb the bullet but this was her

Breaking Point Carver's cruestv yet in the jail Carver leaned back his smirk widening as the feed cut she's done he muttered his voice a rasp of Glee Slade had slipped him the call his allies in the Senate pulling strings marshall law was his master stroke the cops his hounds he'd lost his bench his freedom but Tiana's blood was his prize he thought she was finished her spirit crushed under boots and Rubble but Tiana sprawled on that hospital floor felt a flicker in her chest her body screamed her sister was gone but her eyes opened narrow

slits of fire Carver had overplay turned the city into a battlefield and she'd use it she'd rise broken but unbowed because this wasn't her end so it was his fatal error Derek coughed drag ding himself to her his shoulder a mess we're alive he rasped pulling her up she nodded blood dripping her mind sharpening through the pain she'd exposed him survived his worst and now he'd shown his hand Marshall Law wasn't his win it was her weapon and she'd wield it to bury him for good Tiana Brooks awoke in a secret FBI bunker her body

a map of pain ribs cracked skull grazed calf oozing through torn stitches blood crusting her orange jumpsuit the air was stale metallic the concrete walls a cold cocoon around a cot where she lay her breath shallow but steady Derek miles hovered nearby his scarred cheek pale his shoulder bandaged from the hospital raid Lena was gone snatched by Riot cops under Carver's martial law her scream echoing in Tiana's skull the beating had left her broken but her eyes burned her mind sharpening through the hair she'd exposed Carver's bomb turned at lanter against him thought his arrest

was her win but he'd unleashed the city's fists stolen her sister and she'd barely crawled out alive she gripped a rusted pipe she'd clung to her Knuckles whitening where are we she rasped Derek's jaw tightened underground feds pulled us out Cara's still caged but he's fighting she sat up wincing as her ribs protested and grabbed Derek's burner phone her fingers bruised and trembling danced over the keys hacking into a drone Network she' tapped undercover two years back he wants War she muttered sinking the feed to a news station live stream I'll give him one the

drones buzzed over Atlanta capturing martial laws chaos tear gas choking streets cops clubbing protesters Flames licking Southside ruins she patched in audio from Carver's leaked email his voice snarling about cleaning black troublemakers and sent it live the feed crashed his trial airing on every screen as jurors gaped the courtroom erupting he bombed us she recorded her voice Roar shot my sister turned the city into his weapon x exploded rer Cara guilty trending protest swelling to 20,000 a tidal wave of Rage Cara was convicted on the spot life without parole his gav's Echo silenced forever Tiana

slumped back her chest heaving she'd W turned his chaos into his chains in the jail judge Raymond Carver sat in a holding cell his silver hair matted his suit swapped for a gray jumpsuit the TV bolted to the wall blared Tiana's drone feed his own words damning him as the judge's voice boomed guilty on all counts his fists slammed the bars his snarl a caged beasts Roar Victor Slade had slipped him a burner before the verdict Whispering were not done Cara's allies loyalists from the Senate and Reapers hadn't abandoned him he'd lost his bench his

freedom but not his Venom he dialed a number his voice low bunker Napal now a grunt replied on it he' burned her safe house shot at her crushed her with cops and she'd still risen this time he'd Scorch the Earth take her down with him Tiana stood in the bunker her pipe tapping her Palm Derek rigging defenses as agents scrambled the trial feed looped Carver's conviction her trophy Lena's rescue her next move she thought it was over the city hers his Empire Ash then the walls shook a deafening blast splitting the silence Flames roared through

the vents Napal igniting the air a molten wave swallowing the bunker Tiana's scream caught in her throat as she grabbed Derek diving for a hatch the heat seared her back her jumpsuit melting into her skin her braids singed agents shrieked bodies crumpling in fire the steel buckling around them she kicked the hatch open dragging Derek through his shoulder tearing wider blood slicking her hands they tumbled into a tunnel Flames licking their heels the bunker collapsing in a fiery grave she crawled coughing her lungs Roar Derek gasping beside her the napalms raw faded replaced by silence

the tunnel a dam Lifeline under Atlanta's chaos she' turned the trial buried Carver but he'd struck back his loyalists torching her last stand her victory was Ash her body screaming but she wasn't done Lena she rasped pushing forward her pipe scraping the concrete Derek's radio crackled a faint signal caras escaped Courthouse breach Tiana froze her blood chilling he'd lost everything life in a Cell but he' slipped The Noose his allies springing him she staggered to her feet her mind racing he'd burned her bunker thought her dead but she'd survived again she'd find him end this

because he'd made one last mistake in a stolen sedan speeding through back roads Cara grinned his silver hair wild Slade at the wheel she's gone he muttered clutching a burner feds too the Napalm had been his Ace his loyalists final gift but the radio buzzed with static then a voice Brooks alive tunnel exit his grin faltered his fists clenching Tiana Brooks the ghost who wouldn't die he turned her trial win into a massacre escaped to finish her but she'd risen from the Flames he dialed a contact his voice a hiss her mom's house riged explosives

she'll come Slade nodded flooring the gas end game he growled Carver thought he'd won her bunker his py but Tiana was alive and he'd lit her final fuse Tiana emerged from the tunnel soot stre and bleeding Derek limping beside her the city burned above marshal law crumbling under protests Cara's escape a spark in the chaos she turned his trial into his Doom thought Lena was next but the Napalm had flipped it all her sister was out there his prisoner or worse and now he was free hunting her family she spotted a pay phone smashed but

working and dialed Derek team Cara loose find Lena she rasped her voice steal through the pain Derek grabbed her arm his eyes Fierce we'll get him she nodded her pipe tight in her fist the bunker was gone her wind torched but she'd fight through the Flames Cara thought he'd broken her but he'd Unleashed her and he'd feel the heat in a bar across town Carver's feed cut as Slade drove his smirk returning he'd escaped burned her world and now her mother's house was his trap Tiana had turned his trial against him but he'd turned her

Victory into a war zone he thought she'd run to family die in the blast her fight snuffed out but Tiana staggering through the night felt her pulse steady she'd survived his worst and now he'd gone for her Roots he'd misjudged her thought her broken but she was a storm and he'd face the lightning Derek patched His Radio calling in Choppers his voice a growl he's targeting her mom move Tiana's eyes narrowed her mind locking on Cara's next move she'd turned his game lost it in fire but she'd Rise Again he'd escaped but she'd hunt him

because this wasn't her fall it was his last stand and she'd make it his grave Tiana Brook staggered through Atlanta's rain soaked streets her orange jumpsuit a shredded Relic blood seeping from her grazed skull and torn Cal her cracked ribs screaming with every step Derek miles limped beside her his scarred cheeks slick with sweat his shoulder bleeding through a makeshift bandage His Radio crackling with static as Choppers buzzed overhead the city was a war zone Marshall Law crumbling under protest sparked by her drone feed Carver's trial crashing into his life sentence she turned his nap

arm attack into her Victory thought Lena's rescue was next but his Escape had flipped it his loyalists rigging her mother's house with explosives she clutched The Rusted pipe her Knuckles white her dark eyes locked on the quiet Decor Street where her mom lived a modest brick home glowing under sodium lights he's there she rasped her voice a blade Derek nodded his gun raised we end this she crept through the backyard rain masking her steps her heart pounding as she spotted the bomb's red blink beneath the porch wires snaked from a gas can a timer ticking

at 30 seconds she disarmed traps undercover diffused cartel bombs in Miami and now her mom's life hung on her hands she dropped to her knees mud soaking her and yanked the pipe into the tangle snapping the blue wire with a flick the timer froze at 5 Seconds the red light fading her breath exploding out Derek grabbed her shoulder pulling her up clear he whispered but his eyes darted to the the house Shadows moved inside a hulking figure by the window Tiana's jaw tightened Carver he escaped jail burned her bunker and now he'd come for her

Roots she'd saved the house thought she'd outsmarted him but the front door creaked open and he stepped out a pistol gleaming in his hand judge Raymond Carver stood on the porch his silver hair plastered with rain his gray jumpsuit swapped for a stolen suit his wire rimmed glasses fogged but his grin feral Victor Slade loomed behind him his buzzed head shining a shotgun cradled in his meaty hands preserving order Carver sneered his voice dripping Venom means cutting out trash like you his gun trained on Tiana his eyes wild with a decade's hate she'd turned his

Empire to Ash his trial to a cage his escape to this moment and he'd end her here you're nothing he spat his finger tightening Tiana dropped the pipe her hands Rising but her lips curled into a faint chilling smile the same one from that first courtroom day she'd rigged her Mike in her jumpsuit pocket a trick from her undercover kit streaming live to Derek's team in every news feed she'd hacked say it louder she said her voice steady for the world Carver froze his grin faltering as Sirens wailed Choppers roaring closer red and blue lights

flooding the street Derek Dove behind a car firing a warning shot that grazed Slade's arm the shotgun clattering Tiana lunged tackling Cara her cracked ribs screaming as they hit the porch his gun fired the bullet whizzing past her ear and she slammed her fist into his jaw blood spraying from his Split Lip Slade roared charging but Derek tackled him fists pounding his buzzed skull cops swarmed feds spilling from Vans their shouts drowning the rain as they cuffed Carver his glasses shattering on the concrete she's a Fed he screamed thrashing his confession live for Millions Tiana

stood panting blood dripping down her face her mic catching every word she turned his trap into his tomb his hate into her Hammer inside Lena stumbled out her leg bandaged her eyes wide but Fierce she'd been held in the basement freed by Derek's team as they breached Tiana grabbed her hugging her tight her chest heaving with relief Cara's Empire was dust his Escape of Mirage her family safe she'd won turned his final stand into her Triumph the city's rage her Shield the feds haed him to a van his silver hair matted his snarl fading as

cameras flashed she'd exposed him survived his worst and now he'd rot but then Lena pulled back her hands shaking a pistol glinting in her grip one she'd snatched from a fallen Reaper no more more she whispered her voice a broken Shard and before Tiana could react Lena fired the shot cracked the night Cara's head snapping back blood blooming on the courthouse steps as he crumpled his eyes wide in shock the feds froze guns raised Lena dropping the pistol her hands trembling no more she repeated tears cutting through the soot on her face her leg buckling

as she sank Tiana caught her her breath hitching the rain washing blood into the gutter cops rushed in cuffing Lena her sister's radicalized scream echoing as they dragged her away Tiana stood stunned staring at the handcuffs on Lena's wrists Cara's body sprawled the city's chaos a dull Roar Justice isn't clean she whispered her voice lost in the storm her Victory bitter Ash in her mouth she turned his trap won the war but Lena's shot flipped it all a final twist carving a scar through her soul Derek limped to her his scarred cheek Grim his hand

on her shoulder she broke he said his voice low Tiana nodded her eyes locked on Lena's retreating figure the Choppers circling the protests erupting a new carava had framed her burned her hunted her family and she' buried him her mic sealing his fate but Lena Shattered by his cruelty had taken the last blow her Vengeance a mirror to the systems rot Tiana's legs buckled Derek catching her the pipe rolling into the mud she thought Justice was hers a clean end but it was messy raw a wound that wouldn't heal the feds swarmed securing the scene

Cara's blood pooling Lena's cries fading and Atlanta burned riots flaring in the distance in the jail Victor Slade watched the news on a smuggled phone his buzzed head bowed his fists clenched Cara was gone his Empire Ash but the Reapers lingered their hater Ember waiting to flare Tiana had won turned his master into a corpse but the cost was her sister's chains Derek pulled her to a van his voice a growl wek fight for her Tiana nodded her eyes Hollow her body a wreck but her spirit unbowed she'd exposed Carver survived his hell and ended

him live but Lena's shot was the price a Twist she hadn't seen the city's Flames lit the sky Justice a bitter taste and she slumped against the seat whispering it's over knowing it never truly would be the rain fell harder washing Carver's blood into the street the FED sealing the house the bomb a silent relic of his last gasp Tiana's mik feed looped online his confession of viral scar her Victory a jagged edge she turned his hate into her weapon saved her mom lost her sister and stood in the wreckage a survivor in a city

that wouldn't heal Carver thought he'd break her but she'd broken him and Lena's bullet was the final Echo a Justice too raw to claim Tiana Brook's journey in racist judge frames innocent black woman unaware she's an undercover FBI agent unveils raw truths about Justice resilience and the cost of fighting systemic evil her battle against judge Raymond Carver teaches us that courage isn't just surviving it's striking back when the odds are stacked against you Tiana a black woman framed by a corrupt system turned every blow frame-ups riots bombs into weapons showing that Ingenuity and grit can

topple even the mightiest tyrants yet the story's heart lies in its brutal honesty Justice isn't always clean Lena's final shot born from trauma reveals how oppression scars not just the target but those they love blurring the line between right and wrong Carvers downfall proves that power built on hate is fragile crumbling under truth's weight but the price Tiana pays her sister's chains underscores that Victory can taste like ash this tale demands we question who pays for justice and why pushing us to see beyond the surface of systemic racism to its deep personal toll it's a

call to stand firm to expose corruption but also to brace for the Fallout because real change leaves wounds Tiana's unbroken Spirit inspires yet Lena's Act act haunts reminding us that fighting Darkness can spark light or ignite chaos what side of Justice do you stand on after this drop a comment with your thoughts hit like if this hit home and subscribe for more gripping Tales share if you believe truth should burn bright even when it hurts thanks for joining this Wild Ride hears to strength in the face of Fire