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Chapter 86: Freya’s Idea

Chapter 86: Chapter 86: Freya’s Idea

Later that night, after Devin had left Tyler’s room and returned to his, the quiet finally settled in, with the weight of the day.

Tyler lay in his bed, staring at nothing in particular. The low hum of the air conditioning system and the distant bark of a neighbor’s dog were the only sounds in the room.

He wasn’t ready to sleep yet and his mind was filled with thought of the incident in the afternoon.

The robbery attempt at Westmont Plaza wasn’t something he could shake off easily. It had ended in his favor, yes. No one was hurt and the man was now in custody. And Devin was safe.

But the "what if" still lingered like a foul smell in the back of his thoughts.

What if he hadn’t been strong enough or fast enough? What then?

What if Devin had stepped out of the car too soon, and if the robber had panicked and pulled the trigger, if there had been a second man with a different plan—

Tyler exhaled slowly. These were not exaggerations. These were possibilities. And for the life he was building, the future he was shaping, such vulnerabilities couldn’t exist.

It was true that his family wasn’t living large and they are always quiet, but things happens. But who said that things can’t happen to them.

He knew that he has to start putting necessary measures in place. He has to employ security for his mom and Devin. And also himself.

Tyler thought about it and more and finally made a decision to get himself and his family security.

He opened the GlassChannel app on his phone and typed a direct message to Freya.

[Tyler]: Begin scanning all known intelligence and private sector databases. I want the best. Former CIA. MI6. Mossad. Tier-1 operators. Get me names.

Freya’s response came instantly.

{Understood, Master. Results will be filtered by combat experience, operational integrity, and declassified service profiles.}

{Also... I apologize. For this afternoon. I should have seen him coming. I was monitoring the mall but wasn’t positioned to intercept the incident in time.}

Freya was aware that Tyler’s latest instruction was related to the incident of the afternoon.m, thus she felt the need to apologize.

While Tyler was moving around, she was stealthily hacking into all surveillance cameras around him and using it to monitor his safety.

Tyler stared at the message for a moment, then typed back, "It wasn’t not your fault. You’ve done enough already."

{Still. He could have hurt you. Or Devin.}

"But that didn’t happen. Don’t beat yourself up over it," Tyler texted back.

{Don’t worry, Master, I will make sure that he spends time as he should.}

"Don’t bother with him, Freya."

{If you don’t mind, may I ask why you don’t want to press charges?}

"I don’t want to go through the stress. If I go ahead with pressing charges, I might have to appear in court to testify or something. There’s also a chance that my family might be dragged into everything, and that’s something I don’t want. But I’m sure that the man will be punished."

{What if he doesn’t get punished?}

"You can handle it your way."

{Affirmative.}

Freya wanted to ask him why he doesn’t want her to handle everything from the beginning and nip the problem in the bud at once, but she decided not to.

She has no idea what her Master was thinking and since he had told her to only handle things after they have gotten to that point, then she would wait.

But she wasn’t going to just let the situation be and she decided to make a suggestion.

{Master, may I make a suggestion?}

"Go on," Tyler texted back, curious.

{I feel that it would be wise to build your own private defense structure. Either a Private Military Company or Private Defense Organization.}

Tyler raised a brow when he saw Freya’s suggestion.

"You’re talking about a full security firm?"

{Yes. With vetted former operatives, possibly mercenaries. Trained, mobile, and loyal. They can be stationed in Gumua and rotate through here as needed. You’ll always have a layer of defense.}

Tyler didn’t respond immediately as he thought about what Freya was suggesting.

The idea made sense. A lot of sense. But it was also a logistical monster. Vetting, arming, housing, paying, and managing such personnel wouldn’t be simple. But it won’t be too difficult either.

But there was one major problem.

"That’s a big move. How do we equip them? We’re not a government. And I don’t intend to register the company for easy access to weapons stockpiles," he asked, curious to know what Freya would say.

{Leave that to me. I’ve located several black market routes that could be neutralized and rerouted. Also, a few smaller defense manufacturers with compliance gaps in their export laws. Given your resources, we can secure a pipeline—quietly.}

Tyler sat up from his bed. He was now fully invested in the idea.

"That’s not what worries me. What about loyalty? How do we make sure they don’t turn?" He texted back.

{I’ll only shortlist candidates that are fully out of agency reach. No backchannel loyalty or sleeper ties.}

Tyler smirked slightly.

"You can go ahead with the plan. I will take care of the loyalty issue."

{I’ll begin immediately. A full report will be ready before tomorrow morning. You should get some sleep now, Master.}

"No, I don’t feel sleepy. I will be waiting for the report," Tyler texted back.

Tyler stood and walked to the window, gazing at the street outside. His neighborhood was quiet again, wrapped in suburban normalcy.

This was the life he was trying to protect. Not just for himself, but also for his mom and his younger brother.

He needed people he could trust, armed and ready. The kind of men who wouldn’t flinch when chaos reared its head.

But he also needed them to know who they were protecting. They had to understand this wasn’t just another contract. This was personal.

...

A few hours passed, and Tyler remained in his room, with his eyes on his laptop as reports began to flood in.

Freya had installed the GlassChannel app into his laptop and he could now communicate with her easily, and securely.

Freya wasn’t just good but she was also terrifyingly efficient.

Across his screen, profiles flicked by. Names, aliases, former ranks, confirmed kills, exfiltrations, black site deployments, counter-insurgency records.

These weren’t just soldiers. These were the ghosts of the intelligence world.

Some had disappeared completely off the map, but Freya had still found them.

Many had settled into quiet lives by running gun shops in Alaska, teaching wilderness survival in Colorado, working private maritime security out of the Philippines. But their resumes were unmistakable.

Freya had narrowed the list down to fifty candidates. She organized them into roles: Tactical, Strategic, Surveillance, Cyber, and Medical.

Tyler scrolled through the names slowly and he paused at one:

{Name: Logan Vance

Age: 42

Former: MI6 Field Commander

Specialty: Infiltration, Urban Warfare, Counter-surveillance

Current: Disavowed. Operating freelance. Location: Romania.}

Then another:

{Name: Amos Price

Age: 39

Former: Israeli Mossad Tactical Operative

Specialty: Executive Protection, Emergency Extraction

Current: Unknown. Last ping: Argentina.}

And another:

{Name: Kimberly Ren

Age: 35

Former: CIA Psychological Operations Division

Specialty: Interrogation, Influence Engineering, Counter-Manipulation

Current: Private Security Consultant. Base: Nevada.}

These people weren’t just soldiers. They were full-spectrum operatives.

Tyler was satisfied with the list.

"Start contacting them. Don’t offer jobs yet. Just initiate contact. Start with Kimberly, Logan, and Amos. I want to speak with them first," he texted back.

{Understood, Master.}

With that taken care of, he could finally go to sleep.