“I’m here.” Michael said, already crossing the room. His hands moved fast, undoing the restraints at her wrists and ankles. “We’re getting you out. Right now.” Celia's knees almost gave out when she stood, and he caught her without thinking, pulling her close just long enough to feel her breathe against him. “I knew you’d come.” She whispered. “Always.” He said, pressing his forehead to hers for half a second. Then reality snapped back into place. “Can you walk?” She nodded. Barry leaned in from the doorway, scanning the corridor. “We need to move. Patrols are shifting.” Michael turned Celia toward the exit and took one step, then the lights suddenly cut out. Emergency red strips flickered on, bathing the room in an uneasy glow. A voice came from the doorway, calm, familiar, and far too close. “Running already?” Michael’s body went rigid. The lights fully came back on. Jace stood there, blocking the way out. His jacket hung loose on one side, the empty sleeve tied off at the

Michael and Celia shot up on their feet at the same time, their bodies moving before their minds fully caught up. “Mira’s here!” Barry repeated, his breathing uneven. “She’s not making any move right now. That actually alarms me even more.” Michael didn’t hesitate. He turned to Celia, his hands already on her shoulders. “Go find Adrian and stay with him. Don’t leave his side for a second, got that?” Celia opened her mouth, then stopped. She saw the look in his eyes and nodded instead. “Be careful.” She said quietly, then ran. Michael turned back to Barry. “Let’s go. Make sure your eyes are peeled for any funny business, lock the gates and Be ready for anything.” Barry swallowed. “You sure? Going out there by yourself is crazy.” Michael was already moving. “I’ll handle her.” He stepped outside the facility gates alone, rain soaking into his clothes as the cold night air wrapped around him. The floodlights revealed Mira’s convoy clearly. Armored vehicles lined up in a neat row,

“Earthquake!” A soldier shouted, his voice cracking as the ground bucked beneath their feet. The tremor tore through the battlefield like a living thing. Concrete split open with sharp, violent cracks. Metal screamed as support beams twisted. Soldiers were thrown off balance, some hitting the ground hard, others scrambling for anything solid to grab onto. Sirens wailed from inside the facility, mixing with shouts, gunfire, and the deep, angry roar of the earth itself. “Fall back!” Jace yelled, his one arm raised as he waved their men away. “Fall back now! Pull out!” Mira didn’t look shaken at all. She scoffed, brushing rain and dust off her shoulder. “Leave it to a natural disaster to ruin the fun.” She glanced at Jace and gave a sharp nod. He reached into his coat and pulled out a small black remote, his thumb hovering over the button. Mira stepped back and climbed onto the hood of a retreating armored vehicle, standing tall despite the chaos around her. She looked straight at

Isaac stood beside Michael on the cracked platform outside the ruined facility, watching soldiers load supplies into trucks. Smoke still drifted in the air, and the ground bore scars from both the earthquake and the explosions. He broke the silence. “So, what’s the next step?” He asked calmly. Michael didn’t hesitate, his voice was hardened as he spoke. “We’ll move back to the Scofield estate and recover. Rebuilding our strength is the most important goal right now. And after that, we’ll hunt Mira down.” Isaac nodded slowly, listening. Michael continued, “We’ll keep searching for her movements. At the same time, Alex’s team finishes the weapon he was working on. That project doesn’t stop, ever.” Isaac studied him for a moment. “And the facility?” Michael looked back at the broken structure. “We’ll rebuild it. Not here exactly… The ground’s too unstable now. But it can’t be far, this place mattered to him...” His voice softened just a little. “He’s buried here, I won’t abandon tha

Snow City had finally come through after weeks of coordination, they had gathered a massive shipment of supplies that consisted of advanced ammunition, medical kits, reinforced armor plates, communication tech, and fuel reserves. It wasn’t just helpful, it was necessary. The war had stretched longer than anyone predicted, and resources were running thin despite the abundance of Scofield wealth. Soldiers were reusing gear that should’ve been replaced weeks ago and vehicles were running on fumes. The next large-scale operation depended on that shipment. Under normal conditions, the supplies would have been flown in quick, easily and secure. But the storm system sweeping across the region had shut down the skies. Violent winds, unstable pressure shifts, and lightning storms made air transport impossible. Any aircraft attempting to cross would be gambling with everyone’s lives. That left only one option, ground transport.bAnd there was only one viable route wide enough to handle the c