377: Truths Unveiled

As Maxwell lay in the hospital, feigning severity from his supposed injuries, the buzz outside continued to grow. His room, artificially dimmed to suit the somber mood of an ICU, was quiet, save for the soft beeping of monitors that tracked the vital signs he was perfectly in control of. Emma, stationed just outside the ward, whispered into her phone, orchestrating each step with Bauer. "They've bitten the bait," Emma said, her voice a low murmur blending with the sterile hospital corridors. "The media's swarming; they're painting the picture we need." Bauer, on the other end, monitored the unfolding drama through various feeds, his eyes sharp. "Good. With the press this invested, whoever's behind this will have to react. We'll see who shows up tonight." Their plan was meticulously laid out—create enough spectacle to draw out the puppeteer behind the scenes. Maxwell’s supposed critical condition was a ruse, a dramatic flair to a scheme aimed at flushing out their adversary. Back i