The sound of Ethan’s voice rang through the room, sharp and commanding, as the door slammed open behind them. The men at the computers jerked around, their faces a mixture of surprise and panic. But there was no time for hesitation. The first man reached for his gun, but Clara was already faster. She shot him square in the chest, and he collapsed to the floor in a heap, the weapon still trembling in his limp hand. Ethan’s heart raced, the weight of the moment pressing down on him. He moved with precision, his gun aimed at the next man, who had his hands in the air, frozen in terror. Ethan didn’t hesitate. A quick squeeze of the trigger, and the man crumpled forward, a bullet lodged in his forehead. “Clear!” Jason shouted from across the room, his voice gruff as he dispatched another of the men who had been standing near a row of monitors. Clara moved swiftly, her eyes darting to the remaining men who were scr

The tension inside the SUV was palpable, like a wire pulled so taut it was ready to snap. Ethan’s eyes darted between the rearview mirror and the road ahead. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel, his mind calculating their next move. The city was a maze of dark alleys, neon signs, and endless streets, but the enemy was relentless, following them with an intensity that sent a chill down his spine. Jason, sitting in the back, was already working the comms, his fingers flying over the console. “We’ve got a few minutes before they close in on us. We need to split up. Get to the safe house, now.” “Not without a plan,” Ethan replied, his voice sharp. He floored the accelerator, swerving the SUV through tight turns as he weaved in and out of traffic. His mind raced as he thought through every possible option. They couldn’t afford to get cornered again. “Clara, check the maps,” Ethan barked. “Find us a way o

The first light of dawn struggled through the dark, heavy clouds as Ethan's grip on his weapon remained unyielding. The alleyway once a battleground of chaos and desperate firefights had fallen eerily silent, the only sounds the distant wail of sirens and the labored breaths of his team. The fierce standoff from the previous night still lingered like a scar on their souls, its memory fueling their determination as they prepared for the next phase of the battle. Ethan emerged from the battered SUV, his eyes scanning the deserted industrial street where they had taken refuge. His shoulder still throbbed from the earlier gunshot, and every step sent a reminder of the pain that would not be forgotten easily. Yet, amidst the exhaustion and the pain, there was a clear purpose,a burning need to finish what they had started. Their enemy, or rather the network that had orchestrated the ambushes and betrayals, was more powerful than any single man. The ominous words and c

Ethan’s mind raced as his feet hit the cracked asphalt. His body screamed from the exertion, but he forced himself forward, pulling his sidearm from the holster. He had no time to think, no time for hesitation. The enemy was closing in, their guns drawn and eyes sharp. His team was still in the van, but he was the one standing between them and survival now. The sound of their boots on the concrete echoed like a countdown, each step bringing them closer to a confrontation he’d been expecting, but had hoped to avoid. He could hear Clara’s voice crackling over the radio, but he drowned it out for a moment, focusing instead on the group of men emerging from behind their vehicles. The faces were unfamiliar, but their body language spoke volumes: they were professionals, soldiers, not just hired thugs. This was The King’s personal crew. “You’re cornered, Romano,” one of the men sneered, his voice dripping

The van screeched to a halt just outside the large, decaying warehouse. The heavy metal doors loomed before them, the rusted exterior giving off an ominous feel as if the building had been waiting for something—waiting for them. Clara turned off the engine, the sudden silence in the van a stark contrast to the chaos they’d just escaped. The weight of what they’d just gone through hit them all at once. Their breaths came in sharp bursts as they exchanged weary glances. “Everyone alright?” Ethan asked, breaking the silence, his voice gravelly. Jason was the first to speak up. “For now, but we’re not out of the woods yet.” His fingers were still typing away at his laptop, his brow furrowed. “I’m still tracking their movements. They’re not far behind, and they’ll be looking for us here soon.” Ethan ran a hand through his hair,