All Chapters of BREAK THE HANDLER: Chapter 11
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The Second Source
Dante spent the next three hours planning.The airfield schematic was burned into his memory. Entry points. Guard rotations. Vehicle positions. He traced the routes, calculated the angles, and marked the kill zones.But another problem gnawed at him.The second source. Someone close. Someone who knew his movements.He ran through the list of people who knew about the airfield meeting. Sasha. Naomi. Himself.No one else.Unless Sasha was lying. Or Naomi was still playing both sides.He pushed the thought aside. Paranoia was useful. But it could also get him killed.His phone buzzed. Naomi."Viktor's men are moving. They're headed to the airfield early. Something changed."Dante's pulse quickened. "When?""Now. I'm watching them from a rooftop. They're transporting something. Heavy crates.""Crates?""Not prisoners. Equipment. Weapons maybe. Webb is with them."Dante's mind raced. If Webb was moving equipment, the transfer was accelerating. The timeline was shrinking."Stay on them," he
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The Traitor's Price
Dante found Naomi in an abandoned warehouse three miles from the airfield.The prisoners were there too. Seven of them. Huddled together. Dirty. Exhausted. Alive.Naomi stood guard near the entrance. Her face was pale. "We made it.""Barely." Dante crossed to the prisoners. "Are any of you hurt?"One of the men stepped forward. Older. Gray-haired. His eyes were sharp despite the fatigue. "We're fine. You saved our lives.""I'm not done yet."The man studied him. "You're Cross. The cleaner.""Was.""Webb's man. The one who eliminated half our people."Dante's jaw tightened. "I did what I was told. I didn't know who you were."The man nodded slowly. "I believe you. But that doesn't change what you've done."Dante had no answer for that. He turned back to Naomi. "We need to move them. Somewhere safe. Webb's men will be searching.""I know a place. Old safehouse. No one's used it in years.""Show me."Naomi led them through the streets. They moved in pairs. Quiet. Fast.The safehouse was
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The Traitor's Face
Dante sat in the dark motel room, his weapon across his knees.He'd been waiting for three hours. No word from Naomi. No word from anyone.The silence was worse than gunfire.His phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number."Gary's cabin. Come alone."Dante's blood went cold. That location was supposed to be secret. Only Naomi knew about it.The traitor had found them.He grabbed his gear and left the motel. The drive took forty minutes. Mountain roads. Dense forest. Isolation.The cabin appeared through the trees. A small structure. Smoke rising from the chimney.But something was wrong. No guards. No movement.Dante approached carefully, weapon raised.The door was open.He stepped inside.The cabin was destroyed. Furniture overturned. Bullet holes in the walls.And in the center of the room, Naomi knelt on the floor. Her hands were bound. Her face was bloody.Webb stood behind her, a gun pressed to her temple."Cross. I was wondering when you'd arrive."Dante's grip tightened on hi
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The Ghost
Dante sat in a parked car outside the city morgue.The building was cold. Sterile. Filled with the dead.He'd been watching for an hour. No movement. No signs of Webb's people.Gary's words echoed in his head. "Look at the dead."He got out of the car and entered through the service entrance. The halls were quiet. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead.The morgue attendant was an old man named Petrov. He'd worked here for thirty years. He knew Dante from past jobs."Cross," Petrov said. "I wondered when you'd show up.""You know why I'm here."Petrov nodded. "The bodies. You want to see them.""All of them."Petrov led him to the cold storage. Rows of metal drawers. Each one held a story. Each one held a secret.Dante started with Danny. The young courier from the dead drop. Throat cut. Staged.He examined the body. Looked past the obvious wounds. Checked the hands. The feet. The clothing.Nothing. Just a dead kid who trusted the wrong people.Next was Ana. His backup. His friend. Same s
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The Confrontation
The cabin appeared through the trees. Dark. Silent.Dante parked a quarter mile away and approached on foot. His weapon was drawn. His senses were sharp.The door was open.He stepped inside.Naomi sat on the floor, her hands bound behind her back. Her face was bruised. Her lip was split."They found me," she said. "Webb's men. They took the prisoners."Dante's grip tightened on his weapon. "Where?""I don't know. They knocked me out. When I woke up, they were gone."Dante studied her. The bruises were real. The fear in her eyes was real.But he'd been fooled before."Ana," he said. "The morgue. The body wasn't her. It was a fake."Naomi's eyes widened. "What?""The scar on her wrist. It was fresh. Someone created it to make the body look like her."Naomi stared at him. "Ana is alive?""I don't know. But the body was staged. Just like Gary's. Just like Danny's."Naomi shook her head. "I didn't know. I swear."Dante moved closer. His weapon was still raised. "Gary left a message. 'Look
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