Celine Ebner’s determination hardened as she sifted through the tangled web of deceit within the full-contact curling world. Together with the RCSC team, she embarked on a journey that would take them into the murky depths of a sport now clouded by scandal.
In a nondescript café on the outskirts of the Alberta Sector
Overview A Sector, commonly referred to as a Provincial Sector, is a designated area of space within the broader and diverse cosmic region known as the Canadian Expanse. These Sectors function similarly to provinces, contributing to the organization and governance of this vast territory. Structure and Division The Canadian Expanse is divided into thirteen Provincial Sectors, each with its own... More, Celine met with Leo Viktorov, a former associate of Ivan Krasikov turned informant. Leo’s shifty eyes scanned the area before speaking. “Ivan’s got his fingers in a lot of pies, but curling’s his golden goose. Fixed matches, betting rings—you name it, he controls it,” he divulged, his voice a low whisper.
“Can you provide evidence to support these claims?” Celine pressed, her recorder discreetly capturing every word.
Leo nodded, sliding a data chip across the table. “It’s all there. Just make sure this doesn’t trace back to me,” he said, his tone laced with fear.
Meanwhile, Briane Harris faced his own battles. At a local curling club, he watched young athletes glide over the ice, their faces alight with passion and determination. Here, Briane found purpose, coaching and mentoring, his tales of caution resonating with eager, listening ears.
“I made mistakes, but that doesn’t define who you are or what you can become,” Briane told them, his gaze firm yet kind. The rink, filled with the sounds of stones and brooms, became his refuge, a place to rebuild his life piece by piece.
However, not all were pleased with Briane’s path to redemption. Douglas Trent, a rival team owner, harbored a deep-seated grudge. At a competitive league meeting, he openly challenged Briane. “You think playing mentor makes you a saint now, Harris? You’re a disgrace to the sport!” he barked, his face red with anger.
Celine, ever vigilant, pulled Briane aside. “Don’t let him get to you. We’re making progress, and people like Trent fear what we might uncover,” she reassured him, her voice a steady anchor amidst the storm.
As tensions rose, an anonymous message arrived at Briane’s home, a simple, chilling note: “Back off, or your family pays.” Shaken, Briane contemplated his next move, torn between his duty to the truth and his family’s safety.
Back at the RCSC headquarters, a breakthrough came. The data chip provided by Leo revealed a ledger of illicit transactions, with Ivan’s signature all over fixed matches that extended far beyond Briane’s. “This is it, the evidence we needed,” Celine exclaimed, a spark of triumph in her eyes.
