2025-11-15 19:00:02“We found the shipment. Twelve crates, hidden in a legitimate cargo container. Different weapons; high-grade military hardware. Assault rifles, explosives, ammunition. Enough to arm a small army."
Achilles uttered: “Was anyone guarding those?”Brig. George didn't hesitate: “Yes, warlord. Four Juma operatives. They engaged when we moved in; two dead, two in custody.”Achilles stroked his chin: “Interrogate them and find out what the weapons were for.”“Already started, warlord. They're not talking yet, but we'll break them.” George paused: “Warlord, there's something else. One of the crates was empty, already delivered.”Achilles felt ice in his veins: “What was in it?”“According to the manifest, it was the first shipment, delivered three days ago. The operatives won't say what it was, but the crate's size and weight suggest... explosives. A lot of them.”Achilles' eyes gleamed: “Find out where they went. Now.”
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293: The Return
“Everyone away from the wall!" Brig. Rachael screamed: “Fire in the hole!”She detonated the charges. The explosion blew a hole through the wall large enough for two people to pass through at once.“Move! Move! Move!” Achilles started pushing MPs through. “Stay low, move fast, head for the library exit!”The evacuation began, two at a time. Organized chaos but effective.Twenty seconds.The main doors finally gave way. Attackers poured through. Achilles and the Faithfuls laid down covering fire, giving the MPs time to escape.“Go!” Achilles pushed Margaret toward the hole: “Get them out! I'll hold here!”“Warlord—”“That's an order, Ms. Julian!”Margaret hesitated, then nodded and led the evacuation. Rachael and Anthony went with her, protecting the fleeing MPs.Achilles and Brig. George were the last line of defense. They fired steadily, professionally, making every shot count.“Warlo
292: Siege Of Parliament
[Houses of Parliament]The emergency session had been called to brief MPs on the terrorist threat. Two hundred members of Parliament gathered in the chamber, along with their staff and security personnel. The Prime Minister was scheduled to speak in thirteen minutes.Achilles stood in the security control room with the Faithfuls, watching multiple camera feeds. Something felt wrong. The attack on Downing Street was too bold, it didn't match Ethan's usual tactics.“Warlord,” Dora Beauty pointed at one of the screens: “Maintenance van entering the underground car park. That's the third one in the last hour.”“Check the credentials.”Dora pulled up the entry logs: “All authorized, proper paperwork. But sir, maintenance usually doesn't work this late.”“Pull up the security footage, show me those vans.”The recordings played. Three white vans, different companies. But Achilles noticed something, the drivers all moved the sam
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
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