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291: Assasination Hit
“Juma Archelords,” Achilles said. “They hit us during the speech. Wanted to kill you live on television.”“Did they know… how did they know—”“They have someone inside. Had to. This was too coordinated.” Achilles pulled out his phone, no signal. The bunker blocked everything: “We're locked in until security clears the building.”“How long?”“Could be hours.”The PM sat down heavily on a bench: “They almost got me. In my own office. In the heart of Britain's government.”“But they didn't.” Margaret checked her weapon: “We stopped them.”“This time. What about next time?”“There won't be a next time,” Achilles said firmly, “Because we're ending this soon.”“How?”“We know where Ethan's meeting is happening. Commander Amara gave us the location before she was taken into custody. An old military base outside Liverpool. That's where the Juma leadership is gathering to plan the final attack.”
290: National Address
[10 Downing Street]The Prime Minister sat at his desk, behind him, the British flag hung perfectly centered. Cameras were positioned, lights adjusted. In ninety seconds, he'd address the nation.Achilles stood in the back of the room with Margaret, watching. They'd spent the day raiding locations, rescuing more hostages, and capturing Juma operatives. But they still hadn't found Ethan, and still hadn't stopped the main attack.The director held up five fingers. Four. Three. Two. One.The red light came on.“Good evening,” the Prime Minister began, his voice steady despite the exhaustion in his eyes: “I'm speaking to you tonight to address a threat against our nation. Over the past week, we've uncovered a terrorist organization operating within Britain; the Juma Archelords.”He paused, letting the name sink in: “This organization, led by enemies of Britain, has carried out multiple attacks. They've kidnapped innocent civilians. M
289: Explosion
“Met him once. Twenty years ago. During the operation against us. He was a good soldier. Better than most.” The commander's expression softened slightly: “He wouldn't leave those children and women behind either."“Then help me save them.”Sixty seconds.The commander sighed: “Northeast corner; third floor, storage room. They're locked in.”“I appreciate it.”Achilles sprinted. Brig. Rachael was beside him despite his orders to evacuate.“I'm not leaving you,” she said firmly.They hit the stairs at full speed. Third floor. The corridor was dark, and they used flashlights to navigate. Northeast corner, a metal door with a heavy padlock.Fifty seconds.“Stand back.” Achilles fired three rounds into the lock, it shattered. He kicked the door open.Five people inside: an elderly man, two women, a teenager, and a child.A child!“Come on! Everyone move!” Brig. Rachael grabbed the
288: Juma Commander
[Liverpool Industrial District]The second warehouse was bigger than the first. Three stories, multiple rooms, dozens of places to hide explosives or hostages.Thermal scans showed fifteen heat signatures on the second floor. Either more hostages or a trap.“We go in fast,” Achilles ordered. “Same formation; George and Scott, take the west stairs. Rachael, you're with me on the east. Margaret and Anthony, secure the ground floor. Nobody gets in or out without us knowing.”They breached simultaneously at 5:04 AM. The ground floor was empty, just abandoned equipment and old furniture. But voices echoed from above; shouting, movement.“Second floor,” Achilles said into his radio. “Moving up.”Achilles and Rachael climbed the stairs quickly, weapons ready. At the top, a long corridor stretched ahead. Doors on both sides. The heat signatures were scattered across multiple rooms.“Room by room,” Achilles whispered. “Clear each
287: Fight To The Finish
The guards burst through the rear door. Margaret and Anthony were waiting. After a short firefight, two guards dropped, two more threw down their weapons, and surrendered.The last one tried to run. Anthony's taser dropped him before he made it ten meters. Inside the warehouse, silence fell. Smoke drifted through the air, and the smell of gunpowder was heavy.“Clear!” George called out.“Clear!” Scott echoed.Achilles did a quick count. Eight hostages, all alive. Some are injured but mobile. Twelve guards; four dead, seven captured, one escaped.“Medical teams are en route,” Margaret informed, entering through the rear door: “ETA three minutes.”Achilles approached the captured guards. They sat on the floor, hands zip-tied, looking defeated.“Who's in charge here?” he asked.But none of them answered.“The building is rigged!” one of the hostages shouted: “They kept saying something about a timer. That
286: Rescue Alpha
[Liverpool Docks]The abandoned warehouse was dark against the pre-dawn sky. Thermal imaging revealed eight heat signatures inside, corresponding to hostages, and twelve signatures moving around them, indicating guards.Achilles crouched behind a shipping container with the Faithfuls, studying the tactical display on Dora Beauty's tablet.“Michael's information was solid,” Brigadier George whispered: “This is one of the locations he marked. Juma's using it as a holding facility.”“For what?” Margaret muttered.“More hostages, people they grabbed from the target list.” Investigator Anthony pulled up files on his phone. “We've had reports of six people missing since yesterday. Witnesses, prosecutors, and even two jury members. This could be where they're holding them.”Achilles zoomed in on the thermal display, “Twelve guards, all armed. They're positioned defensively, expecting trouble.”“Do we wait for backup?” Brigadier
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