Ch-221
Author: Cupidaris
last update2025-08-31 09:09:13

They emerged from the subway into the industrial district, the sky above bruised with unnatural hues that shifted faster than weather should. Nathan didn’t look up; his focus was already on the next fragment. The last few nodes had left traces—resonance he could track, faint distortions in space-time, whispers of corrupted memories that clung to the air.

“We’re running out of time,” Nyx said, scanning the abandoned factories. Her fingers hovered over the tablet as if feeling the pulse of the city. “The fragments are accelerating their synchronization. If they complete alignment…” Her voice trailed off, leaving the threat unspoken.

Dante cracked his knuckles. “We’ve dealt with worse. Let’s just find it and smash it.”

Nathan’s eyes narrowed. “Not smash. Contain. The energy isn’t just dangerous—it’s alive in a way. Force alone will make it worse. We need precision.”

The team advanced cautiously. The district was eerily quiet. Windows of warehouses reflected the bruised sky in shards, giv
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    Nathan had barely slept when Dante shoved the door open at dawn. His lieutenant’s face was grim, eyes blazing. “They’ve made a move,” Dante said. “It’s Harper.” Nathan was on his feet instantly, the last trace of exhaustion gone. “Where?” “Old tram depot, south line. Syndicate men staged a power outage, drew Harper in with a false Imperium relay signal. Roarke’s already tailing them.” Nathan’s mind worked faster than his pulse. A direct trap on Harper wasn’t reckless—it was calculated. The Syndicate had finally stopped chipping at the edges. They were cutting straight to his core. “Gear up,” Nathan ordered, already strapping on his sidearm. “If they’ve put Harper in play, they want me out in the open. Let’s give them the mistake they’re begging for.” --- The tram depot loomed like a skeleton of iron and glass, its windows shattered, the tracks rusting into weeds. Power lines dangled dead, swaying in the morning breeze. Nathan approached with Dante at his flank, their boots sile

  • Ch-222

    The next node wasn’t hidden in the ruins of some forgotten quarter or stitched into shadows of abandoned warehouses. It pulsed at the heart of the city itself, inside a steel-and-glass tower where executives still sat in boardrooms, oblivious to the corruption threading through their walls. Nathan hated the exposure, but there was no choice. If the fragment bled unchecked in a place like this, thousands could unravel in hours. They slipped into the lobby under the guise of night cleaners, badges forged and uniforms plain. Dante pushed the mop bucket with a convincingly bored expression. Roarke trailed behind, all bulk and silence. Nyx carried her tablet slung low in a janitor’s cart. Miley kept close, her eyes wide, but steady. Nathan’s voice was low, steady. “Remember—precision. This isn’t a battlefield. Too much noise and the Syndicate will tighten the noose before we can move.” The elevators groaned upward. Floor by floor, the tension grew. By the twenty-third, Nyx’s device beg

  • Ch-221

    They emerged from the subway into the industrial district, the sky above bruised with unnatural hues that shifted faster than weather should. Nathan didn’t look up; his focus was already on the next fragment. The last few nodes had left traces—resonance he could track, faint distortions in space-time, whispers of corrupted memories that clung to the air.“We’re running out of time,” Nyx said, scanning the abandoned factories. Her fingers hovered over the tablet as if feeling the pulse of the city. “The fragments are accelerating their synchronization. If they complete alignment…” Her voice trailed off, leaving the threat unspoken.Dante cracked his knuckles. “We’ve dealt with worse. Let’s just find it and smash it.”Nathan’s eyes narrowed. “Not smash. Contain. The energy isn’t just dangerous—it’s alive in a way. Force alone will make it worse. We need precision.”The team advanced cautiously. The district was eerily quiet. Windows of warehouses reflected the bruised sky in shards, giv

  • Ch-220

    Nathan didn’t pause to savor the temporary victory. The streets had settled, but the pulse of the city still throbbed with corrupted echoes. Every alley, every rooftop, carried a memory of the unreal—footsteps that never existed, shadows that flickered where no one had stood.“Node stabilized,” Nyx said, her voice tight. “But that’s only one of six. The fragments—they’re moving. Each one trying to synchronize, rebuild the pattern.”Dante kicked a loose brick, sending it clattering into the gutter. “So we’re chasing ghosts across the city?”Nathan ignored the remark, scanning the map on his pad. The other nodes weren’t all in the city—they were scattered, each in zones where the fragments’ influence had warped reality enough to hide them from conventional detection. One in the subway lines under the East Quarter, one in a private art complex near the docks, another… and Nathan’s pulse went tight as he read the location.“Harper’s location,” he muttered. The pad highlighted the cafe dis

  • Ch-219

    The fire in the warehouse smoldered behind them, thick smoke curling into the night, but Nathan didn’t allow himself a second to watch. His boots hit the wet pavement as they raced back through the streets, Dante covering their flank while Roarke scanned for tailing forces. The northern lights above had grown jagged, like veins of electricity crawling across the sky—unnatural, and resonating with a pulse Nathan could feel in his bones. He pulled out the small data pad he always carried, fingers flying across the interface. Every compromised feed, every suspicious movement across the city, every anomaly the Syndicate had engineered: it was all converging toward one point. He keyed in a sequence and the screen lit up with a 3D map of the city, overlays blinking red. Syndicate hotspots. Safehouses. Extraction points. And the glowing symbol that made his stomach tighten: Miley’s position, moving slowly through the crowd, unaware. “She’s still in the café district,” Nathan said. “Two blo

  • Ch-218

    Nathan didn’t wait for the dust to settle before making his first move. By the time the council dispersed, he was already moving, pushing through narrow alleys behind the riverfront warehouses. The Syndicate’s grip on the city had always been obvious in shadows and whispers, but tonight it was bared like an open wound. His instincts told him the corruption he had just exposed was only a symptom: the disease ran deeper, coiling through the veins of the city like a parasite.“Keep moving,” he muttered to himself, jaw tight. The coded map he had stolen from the accountant wasn’t just a ledger. It was a blueprint—shipping routes, laundering nodes, hidden safehouses. A network spanning far beyond the docks.From the rooftops, a shadow trailed him. Nathan didn’t need to glance up to know. She’d been there since the council meeting—an unfamiliar presence, sharp and measured. He let her tail him, weaving through side streets deliberately, until he reached the rusted gates of an abandoned rai

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