Capítulo 4: Fun While It Lasted
The group's secret weapon—the thing that gave them their untouchable edge—was the AI-generated content. Every video, every comment, every glowing review had been crafted by advanced tools. They used VPNs to cloak their activity, creating entire networks of fake accounts to amplify their reach.
The result? A web of deception so convincing that their operation was practically untraceable. And if there was even the slightest risk of exposure, that's where Kael came in. His tech skills ensured the system ran seamlessly and stayed undetected.
Days passed, and the money poured in like a flood. Tens of millions became hundreds of millions, the coin's meteoric rise fueled by blind faith and relentless hype. After just one week, the group's account showed an unimaginable total—over $100 million.
The moment the number hit their target, Travis didn't hesitate. With a few swift keystrokes, he transferred the entire sum into Bitcoin, scattering it across multiple encrypted accounts. The process took seconds.
And then, as if they'd never existed, Alpha Omega vanished. No warnings. No explanations. Their social media accounts were deleted, their videos wiped clean from the internet. They left no trace, no breadcrumbs for anyone to follow.
Gone, with more money than they'd ever dreamed of, and leaving behind a frenzy of confused investors grasping at smoke.
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The crew was now celebrating inside the dimly lit warehouse, a makeshift party venue that smelled faintly of metal and old concrete. Music played from a portable speaker, echoing off the walls as laughter and the clinking of glasses filled the air. Everyone held a drink—some with beers, others with expensive cocktails poured into cheap plastic cups, reveling in their newfound success.
Lucian, tall and broad-shouldered with a cocky swagger to match, stepped into the center of the room. His glass of whiskey gleamed amber under the flickering fluorescent lights. He raised it high, his smirk cutting through the chatter as he called for silence.
"We owe all of this to Kael!" Lucian declared, his voice loud and commanding. "Without him, we'd be locked up right now, trying to explain ourselves to some pencil-pushing cop. To Kael!"
The room erupted in cheers, glasses raised in unison. "To Kael!" they echoed, their voices overlapping in a chaotic chorus.
Kael stood near the edge of the crowd, his smile faint but genuine. The adrenaline of their victory still coursed through his veins, mingling with the surreal weight of their success. For the first time, he felt like he'd found his place—a group of people who saw his worth, who didn't just need him but appreciated him.
And the money? It made everything sweeter. The fear, the tension, the long nights—it had all paid off. From now on, he wouldn't have to worry about anything.
Amara sauntered over to him, her movements smooth and deliberate. She held a glass of deep red wine in her hand, swirling it gently as she leaned against the table beside him. Her lips curved into a small, teasing smile as she glanced his way. Travis, meanwhile, nursed a can of soda, avoiding anything stronger.
"You really did good, Travis," Amara said, her voice soft but warm. "I'm honestly thankful I met you instead of someone else."
Travis's cheeks flushed, and he couldn't help but grin. "Yeah, me too. I can't even imagine what would've happened if I wasn't scrolling Reddit that day."
Amara laughed, a light, melodic sound that sent a ripple through him. "Oh, don't even say that. But hey, fate brought us together, and I'm glad it did."
She stepped closer, her presence almost magnetic. Then, without warning, she leaned in and kissed him lightly on the cheek. The warmth of her lips lingered, sending a rush of heat through him.
"Keep it up, boss," she whispered, her voice low and playful, before walking away, her heels clicking faintly on the warehouse floor.
Travis's eyes followed her, drawn to the graceful sway of her hips as she disappeared into the crowd. He exhaled slowly, a mixture of disbelief and contentment settling over him.
' I'm one lucky guy, ' he thought, his fingers brushing the spot where her kiss had landed. For the first time in his life, everything seemed to be falling perfectly into place.
Few days later
Kael sat down in his small apartment, the glow of his laptop illuminating his face as he logged into his PayPal account. His heart skipped a beat as the numbers loaded. Combined across all his accounts, the total came to an eye-watering $20 million. He leaned back in his chair, the enormity of it all hitting him like a wave. The money wasn't just numbers—it was freedom, power, and a ticket to a life he'd never dreamed possible.
He exhaled deeply, running a hand through his hair as he stared at the screen. What the hell am I supposed to do with all of this?
After a moment, he sighed, a wry smile tugging at his lips. We'll just have to wait and see, he thought, closing his laptop and pushing the thought aside.
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Weeks passed, and the group's disappearance became an internet phenomenon. Forums and social media exploded with theories, but despite the frenzy, no one could track them down. They were ghosts. Kael, however, didn't stay idle. He decided to put his newfound wealth to use. Ten million went into investments, spread across companies and ventures around the world. He diversified, playing it smart, ensuring his money would grow without drawing too much attention.
The other $10 million? That went to his parents. He paid off their debts, bought them a beautiful house in the countryside, and set up accounts to guarantee they'd never have to worry about money again. Seeing their happiness made every risk feel worth it.
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Months rolled by, and life seemed perfect. Kael had everything he could ever want, and the rest of the crew had faded into their own lives, unreachable and safe. But perfection doesn't last.
One stormy night, Kael received an anonymous tip—someone had broken into their old warehouse. His heart sank as he read the message, realizing the nightmare they'd planned for was now a reality. Worse, instead of finding the others, the intruder had uncovered everything about him. His name, plastered on every computer. Every file, every login credential, everything tied back to Kael.
The news spread online like wildfire. Screenshots of his name on incriminating files went viral within hours. Kael sat frozen as he watched the chaos unfold, the panic clawing at his chest. He knew exactly what needed to be done. They had discussed this scenario long ago.
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Rain poured heavily as Kael trudged through the city, his black hoodie soaked and clinging to his skin. The streets were empty, save for the occasional car splashing through puddles. In one hand, he carried a jerry can of petrol, in the other, a lighter. The cold seeped into his bones, but his focus was razor-sharp. This was their failsafe. If anyone ever found their things, the evidence had to be destroyed.
By the time he reached the warehouse, his heart was pounding. But as he approached, his worst fear was confirmed—the place was crawling with police. Their flashlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the building's entrance, which had been forced open.
' Fuck. I thought it'd take them longer to get a warrant! ' he thought, gritting his teeth.
He ducked behind a dumpster, the petrol sloshing quietly in the can as he tried to calm his racing mind.
As he considered his next move, a voice pierced the sound of the rain. "Hey, what are you doing here?"
Kael froze. His blood turned to ice as the flashlight beam swept toward him. Without a second thought, he turned and bolted, his boots splashing through puddles as he sprinted down the alley.
"Hey! Stop!" the voice shouted, now joined by the sound of pursuing footsteps.
Kael didn't stop. He couldn't. ' No way in hell am I getting caught tonight.'
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