All Chapters of Achilles: The Warlord Emperor: Chapter 311
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311: RAVEN
Achilles approached carefully. Margaret covered him. He patted her down professionally. No weapons or hidden devices.“You tried to kill my daughter.”“I tried to complete a mission. Your daughter was simply the target.”“She's seven years old.”“And? Children die in wars every day. Why should yours be different?” Commander Okafor’s weird smile never wavered: “You've killed children indirectly. Every bomb you authorized, every building you cleared. Collateral damage, they call it. So why is your daughter special?"“Because she's innocent and special. Uninvolved. She didn't choose this war.”“None of us chose this war. It chose us.” She leaned back: “Your government killed my children. British bombs. British soldiers. British 'peacekeeping' operations in my country. I watched them die. So yes, I wanted you to feel that pain.”Achilles felt his finger tighten on the trigger. It would be easy. One shot. Justice for his daug
312: “How Much?”
The imposter sat in the interrogation room, hands cuffed to the table. He looked exactly like Ethan; same face, scars, and cold eyes. But the DNA test didn't lie.Achilles entered with Margaret and Investigator Anthony. The man looked up and smirked.“Colonel Hector. I've been waiting for you.”Achilles mouthed with hesitation: “Who are you?”“I already told your people. I'm Ethan Hector.”Achilles smacked his lips: “No. You're not. DNA proves it. Facial recognition flagged anomalies. You've had surgery to look like him, but you're not him.”The man's smile faded slightly: “Very thorough.”Achilles' forehead gradually knitted: “So I'll ask again. Who are you?”The man shrugged: “Does it matter? I played the role. Gave you what you wanted. A villain to capture. A victory to celebrate.”“While the real Ethan does what? Continue planning and stay hidden?"The man blinked an eyelid and leaned back for a moment: “Something like that. You've been chasing shadows, the entire time, Warlord. E
313: A Price Of Betrayal
“Two hundred thousand pounds over six months. Paid in monthly installments.”Achilles sat down heavily with thoughts booming in his head. Two hundred thousand pounds. A price of betrayal?“Could be a coincidence,” Margaret whispered with shock on her face. “Another Phillip Scott. Someone is using his identity.”Michael went on: “I checked. The account was opened using his passport, His signature, His personal information.” he looked at Achilles: “I'm sorry. But your man is dirty.”Investigator Anthony entered: “Warlord, I just spoke with the hospital. Brigadier Scott checked himself out two hours ago. Against medical advice. Security footage shows him leaving with two unknown men.”“He ran.” Achilles felt a cold fury building: “He knew we'd figure it out eventually. So he sprinted.”“There's something else.” Anthony pulled up his phone: “Hospital staff found this in his room. A burner phone. Only one number in the call log. We traced it. It belongs to a cargo ship in international wat
314: Long Range Duel
[Abandoned Military Base – Northern Outskirts]The sun was just breaking over the horizon when Achilles' helicopter touched down two kilometers from the old Fairchild Base. Intelligence had finally confirmed it; this was where Ethan was hiding. The real Ethan.The base had been abandoned for fifteen years, with crumbling buildings, rusted fences, and overgrown with weeds. Perfect place for someone who didn't want to be found.Achilles stepped out, rifle in hand. The Faithfuls followed. They'd been fighting for days with barely any rest, but nobody complained. They were committed to the course as long as Britain stood strong and tall.“Thermal imaging shows one signature in the main command building,” Dora Beauty reported: “Second floor, east corner.”“Just one?” Brigadier George asked: “Where are the Juma operatives? The guards?”“Already cleared out,” Investigator Anthony responded, checking his tablet: “The military swept the base an hour ago and found it mostly empty. A few straggl
315: The Duel Continued
“This is what I've always wanted. A fair fight. No politics. No missions. Just two men settling old scores–”The warlord interjected: “This isn't about scores. This is about justice for my father. For everyone you hurt.”“Your father hurt me first!”“He made a tactical decision in combat! You made it personal!”“Because it was personal!”.Ethan's voice cracked: “He was my brother! My twin! And he left me to die!”“He saved over one thousand children and women that day! He fought against human trafficking! He made the choice a commander makes— the hard choice! And you murdered him for it!”Ethan's breath came in with sharp gasps: “I gave him justice!”Achilles sucked his teeth: “You gave him a noose!”They stared at each other across the distance. Two men. Same blood and training. Opposite sides of an impossible divide.Ethan raised his pistol: “One of us walks away from this, nephew. One of us dies here. Choose wisely.”Achilles raised his own weapon: “I already chose. Justice over rev
316: Mid-Range Battle
Ethan was being loaded into an armored transport when the radio crackled with urgency. “All units, this is command. We have hostile activity at the south perimeter. Multiple vehicles are approaching fast. Armed personnel.” Achilles grabbed his radio: “Copy that. How many?” “Three trucks. Estimate fifteen to twenty hostiles. They're heading straight for the detention area.” “The Archelords,” Margaret chimed in: “They're trying to break Ethan out.” “Or kill him before he talks.” Achilles turned to Brigadier George: “Get Ethan secured inside the command building. Reinforce the doors. He doesn't leave until this is cleared.” “Yes, warlord.” The Faithfuls moved quickly. They pulled Ethan from the stretcher, half-carried him into the nearest building. His shoulder wound was bandaged but he was weak, barely able to stand. “Lock it down!” Achilles ordered. “Rachael, Scott,
317: Against Britain
“Four left! But they have explosives!”Achilles assessed quickly. Four hostiles. One corridor. Limited angles.He pulled a flashbang from his vest: “Cover your eyes!”Threw it down the corridor. The explosion was blinding, deafening.Achilles charged through the aftermath. The four operatives were disoriented, stumbling.He engaged at close range. His pistol cracked repeatedly. Two operatives down then three.The fourth recovered faster than expected. Grabbed Achilles' gun hand. They struggled.The operative was strong. Trained in hand-to-hand combat. He twisted Achilles' wrist, trying to make him drop the weapon.Achilles drove his knee into the man's ribs. Once, twice, then the grip loosened.Achilles broke free, created distance. Raising his pistol, the operative lunged again.Achilles fired, point-blank. The operative fell.“Clear!” Achilles called out.The detention room
318: Blood And Honor
Ethan sat across from Achilles, handcuffed to the table. His shoulder was now properly bandaged, painkillers keeping the worst of the pain at bay. But he looked defeated. Broken.“Seventy-two hours,” Achilles began: “That's what your video claimed. But you recorded that weeks ago. How much time do we really have?”Ethan stared at his hands: “I don't know. The Archelords set the timeline. I was just the face of the operation.”“Don't lie to me. Not now.” Achilles leaned forward: “My daughter is in this country. Millions of children are in this country. If you have any decency left, any honor at all, tell me the truth.”“Honor?” Ethan laughed bitterly: “I lost that twenty years ago when I decided revenge mattered more than duty.”“Then find it again. One good deed before the end. Tell me how to stop this.”Ethan was silent for a long moment. Then: “The devices are real. Placed at forty-seven critical sites across Britain. Power sta
319: “Don't Let Us Down”
“You stand trial. But I'll testify about your cooperation. Recommend leniency.”The Lion considered this: “The codes change every twenty-four hours. But there's a master override. A backdoor was built into the system in case something went wrong. It's hidden in the main control server.”“Where's the server located?”“Liverpool. Underground data center beneath the old Royal Bank building. Third basement level. The Archelords lease server space there under a shell company.”Achilles pulled out his phone and called Dora Beauty: “I need a location traced. Royal Bank building, Liverpool. Third basement level. There should be a data center.”“Looking it up now,” Dora said. “Found it. The building houses multiple server farms. The third basement is listed as... got it. Leased to a company called African Trade Solutions.”“That's them,” The Lion confirmed: “The override code is in a file called 'Phoenix.' You'll need administrator access
320: Turning Point
[Royal Bank Building – Liverpool]The building loomed above them, thirty stories of glass and steel. But Achilles wasn't interested in what was above ground. Everything that mattered was three levels below.The Shadow sat in the back of the armored vehicle, hands cuffed, two guards flanking him. He'd agreed to cooperate in exchange for a reduced sentence. A smart move, considering his alternatives were execution or assassination of the Archelord.“The data center has biometric security,” The Shadow said. “Retinal scan and fingerprint. Both are required simultaneously.”“And if we try to bypass it?” Achilles asked.“The system triggers a wipe. All data is destroyed in seconds. Including the override codes.” The Shadow looked at him: “You need me alive and cooperative. Remember that when this is over.”Achilles sucked his teeth: “I'll remember you tried to kill innocent people. Everything else is negotiable.”They exited the vehicle. The building's night security had been quietly replac