The Syndicate, a faceless specter of power, moves like smoke, always one step ahead, their agents weaving through the cracks of a world that doesn’t see them coming. From the neon-slicked platforms of Chicago to the desolate, bone-dry plains of Utah, Kade runs a gauntlet where every ally might be a traitor, every glance a threat. The air hums with betrayal, thick as the scent of diesel and dust, and every choice is a gamble with a razor’s edge.
In this hall of mirrors, nothing is what it seems. The truth is a ghost, flickering just out of reach, and the closer Kade gets to the Protocol, the louder the whispers grow: the real enemy might be standing right beside him, wearing a familiar face.
With prose that cuts like broken glass and a pace that grips like a vice, The Majesty Protocol is a noir thriller that drags you into a whirlwind of intrigue and adrenaline, where the stakes are higher than empires and the cost is paid in blood. Will Kade unravel the secret before the silence swallows him whole? Or will the shadows claim him first?