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Chapter 88: Moving Gears

Chapter 88: Chapter 88: Moving Gears

Time flew and the day finally came to an end. Devin and Tyler had spent the whole day having fun, and finally it was time to call it a day.

After dinner, Tyler watched a movie with his mom and Devin, before retiring for the night. But he didn’t immediately go to sleep.

He lay in bed, the glow from his phone screen illuminating his face in the dim room, as he got ready to read Freya’s report.

Devin had long gone to bed. His laughter still echoed in Tyler’s mind, and so did his words from last night—about wanting to be like him, to protect people.

That stuck with Tyler longer than it should have. Not because he doubted Devin’s intent, but because he understood the weight behind such a path.

He smiled faintly and tapped on the GlassChannel app icon. The app launched and he saw Freya’s report waiting.

{Meeting report with Silvanus has been compiled and awaits your review. No incoming replies from the former operatives yet. I am still monitoring them and there had also been no noticeable deviation in activity since contact attempt.}

Tyler opened the attached file and began reading.

The meeting report wasn’t long, but it was thorough. Freya always kept her summaries concise, only expanding into appendices when needed.

Every detail that mattered was there—time, location, security integrity, psychological markers, Silvanus’ tone and behavior, and David’s live annotations throughout the conversation.

As for the result of the meeting, Silvanus had finally agreed to work with them.

Tyler exhaled through his nose and let the unintentional tension in his shoulders ease.

It wasn’t excitement that filled him—it was satisfaction. Confirmation that a seed he’d planted had rooted itself. A small but crucial victory.

The partnership with Silvanus was the green light, meaning that the door to Gumua was now cracked open. And all that remained was walking through it.

Tyler dropped the report and set the phone aside. He stared at the ceiling, the soft glow from the hallway leaking through the gap beneath his door.

Gaining control of a country was no small feat. It was the kind of thing dictators and warlords spent years attempting—and most failed.

What Tyler was doing wasn’t a power grab. It wasn’t for legacy or ego. It was necessity.

He wasn’t looking for a nation to rule—just a place to build. A base of operations. A shielded zone where innovation could thrive without interference. If that meant replacing the old with the new, then so be it.

Still, he wasn’t blind. He knew that it would be difficult. It would likely be messy and it was likely that blood might spill.

And while Tyler didn’t want violence, he also wasn’t naive enough to believe he could avoid it entirely.

Regimes didn’t step aside politely. People didn’t give up power without a fight. Especially not tyrants who had rewritten constitutions and bent entire systems to keep their hands on the levers.

He just had to ensure the blood—if it spilled—came from the ones who deserved it.

Securing Gumua also reminded of the reply from the former operatives Freya contacted. It had been more than a whole day but none of them had made any attempt to contact back.

He was really hoping that they would do so. But he wasn’t worried as he knew they would. Though he was aware that possibly not all of them would reply, but he hope that majority would.

All he needs was for them to reply him. If they do so, convincing them to work for him would be a breeze for him. After all, that was one of his forte.

"Freya," he said aloud.

{Yes, Master?}

"Contact David. Tell him to reach out to Silvanus and find out how much he needs. Funds, resources, communication support—everything. I want detailed breakdowns. If we’re moving forward, I want zero inefficiencies and no blind spots."

{Understood. Message relayed. David is already responding. I will update you when a full budget is prepared.}

Tyler nodded to himself, then leaned back against his pillow again, fingers tented under his chin.

He knew the next phase had to be precise. There was no more room for vague ideas. It was time to shape the transition plan.

The following moment, Freya sent a message.

{Would you like to review possible transition models for regime change? I have several strategic frameworks from Cold War operations, post-colonial coups, and democratic revolutions.}

"No," Tyler replied softly. "I already have an idea."

He sat up in bed and stared out the window at the streetlight casting orange hues across the pavement.

"If we try to remove the president directly, it’ll start a war. Civil unrest, panic, clampdowns, death. That’s no good."

{Agreed. The nation’s infrastructure isn’t built to handle rapid destabilization. The damage could be irreversible.}

"But what if we don’t start at the top?"

{Go on.}

"Think about it. The presidency is the symbol, but the real strength lies beneath—in the layers. The Defense Ministry, the Finance Ministry, the Chief of Staff, the military branches."

He stood up and paced lightly.

"What if we convince them first? Win them over. Or at least, neutralize them. We will do it through silent agreements or pressure. If they step away from the president one by one, he collapses without a shot being fired."

{A strategic bleed-out. Isolate the apex by removing the supports.}

"Exactly."

With the idea decided on

"Set up a meeting with the Finance and Defense Ministers. I want it scheduled for the end of next week. Include the country’s military chiefs."

{Understood.}

Tyler smiled to himself as he returned to bed, laying back with a satisfied breath.

The pieces were moving now as Silvanus was onboard. Soon, the foundation of the current regime would begin to feel the quiet tremor.

He didn’t need guns to make them move. All he needed was just leverage. Just the right combination of pressure and opportunity. Everyone had something to lose and everyone has a price. Tyler just had to find it... or offer enough.

"Once they agree..." Tyler whispered, "...we let the old man resign."

It would be a clean, quiet exit.

And if the old man refused?Well, there were other ways to make a seat feel too hot to sit in.

With a small satisfied smile on his face, he snuggled into his bed, got comfortable and closed his eyes, falling asleep immediately.