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The Spiral Nest
King of the UndergroundChapter 27 – The Spiral NestThey called it The Nest.An old banking hall buried beneath the financial district—abandoned when the war drove investors out and blood replaced currency in the streets. But Spiral had claimed it. Reinforced the vaults. Wired every exit. Built a nerve center in the city’s dead heart.And Jaxon was going to crack it open.He stood in the back of a stolen ambulance parked two blocks from the target. Dressed in black combat fatigues, hands wrapped in tactical tape, pistol holstered but within reach. Across from him, Lira checked her rifle and popped her neck. Nico leaned against the back doors, silent, calm, as if preparing for a funeral.“Five entry points,” Luca’s voice came through the comm. “Main lobby, utility tunnel, two rooftop vents, and a service stairwell through the parking structure. Thermal scans show at least twelve hostiles. Possibly more underground.”“Chimeras?” Jaxon asked.“One confirmed. Big one. Tagged as Unit 05.”
The Chimera
King of the UndergroundChapter 26 – The ChimeraRain hammered the rooftops like gunfire.The sky over District 7 had turned the color of rust—thick clouds smothering the skyline, black water slithering down graffiti-covered walls. Steam hissed from sewer grates. Power flickered across blocks like the city was struggling to breathe.Beneath it all, something had escaped.Jaxon stood inside the husk of an old slaughterhouse at the edge of the industrial sector. The bloodstains had long dried, but the smell lingered—metallic, sour, ancient. The floorboards groaned under his boots as he walked past shattered windows and upturned meat hooks.Nico stood near the center of the room, crouched beside something half-covered by a tarp.“What is it?” Jaxon asked.Nico didn’t speak. He just pulled the tarp back.Underneath was a corpse. Or what used to be one.The body was nearly unrecognizable—muscles torn apart by unnatural growth, veins that had turned black and swollen. Steel rods were grafte
Rats with Teeth
King of the UndergroundChapter 25 – Rats with TeethThe sewers beneath East End didn’t smell like rot anymore.They smelled like rust and electricity.Jaxon knew that wasn’t normal. The tunnels had always stunk of decay, piss, and memories. But now? The air down here buzzed. Hummed like something alive.He gripped the rusted ladder and dropped down into the dark. His boots hit sludge. Lira followed close behind, then Nico, then two of his best—Kellan and Dax, both ex-Blackburn enforcers who’d bled with him during the purge of South Line.The tunnel walls were sweating. Thin trails of condensation slid over the old graffiti and crumbling cement.Ahead, the Spiral relay bunker waited—buried beneath a forgotten pumping station, shielded by a nest of old tech, motion sensors, and silent-kill drones.Jaxon’s voice echoed low through his comm. “How many inside?”Luca’s voice replied from the van parked three blocks above them. “Four guards, one tech operator, at least two drones. They rota
Spiral
King of the UndergroundChapter 24 – SpiralThe hum of old computers filled the war room like a low growl.Luca hunched over the cracked monitor, sweat beading at his temples as strings of decrypted code flashed across the screen. The room was dark except for the sickly green glow of data pouring in from the stolen Spiral Division drive.Jaxon stood behind him, arms crossed, jaw locked. Lira leaned against the wall, silent, eyes scanning the dark corners like she expected another ambush any second.“Almost through,” Luca muttered. “Encryption was deep—military-grade, maybe better. But whoever programmed it didn’t expect someone like me.”Lines of file names began to populate the screen:“Directive: Hollow Sweep”“Civil Asset Neutralization (CAFEX-05)”“Kingfisher Protocol – Target List”“Purge Windows – Phase Alpha”Jaxon’s eyes narrowed. “Pull up the Kingfisher file.”Luca clicked it open.A photo appeared.Jaxon.Full name. Past aliases. Arrest records. Military history. Full breakd
The Tunnels
King of the UndergroundChapter 23 – The TunnelsMidnight came dressed in fog.It rolled across the concrete like a veil, swallowing headlights and footsteps alike. The reservoir tower loomed ahead, its corroded pipes groaning beneath decades of rust and secrecy. Hidden beneath it was the old utility tunnel—long sealed, long forgotten.Until now.Jaxon crouched at the tunnel’s edge, flanked by Lira, Luca, and the trembling runner from the holding cell. The man’s name was Devon. He hadn’t stopped shaking since the van ride over.“You sure this is it?” Jaxon asked, voice low.Devon nodded, sweat streaking down his brow. “I swear, this is where they said the drop would be. Midnight. Same crates, same crew.”Jaxon exchanged a glance with Lira. She gave a sharp nod. The team moved into position—four shadow units fanned out into the surrounding access halls. No lights. Only comms. No sound louder than breath.“Go,” Jaxon ordered.Devon stepped forward, stumbling toward the center of the tun
Marked Men
King of the UndergroundChapter 22 – Marked MenThe freight yard was dead quiet. Not empty—quiet. The kind of quiet that didn’t come from absence, but preparation.Jaxon crouched in the shadow of a rusted container, breathing slow. His gloves were slick with oil, and his ear buzzed with static from the comm in his collar.Lira’s voice broke through: “They’re here. Southeast gate. Two trucks. Confirmed same markings.”He tapped once to signal back. He could see them now—four men in black fatigues, military gait, no gang signs. Armed, but not ostentatiously. Their movements were too tight. Too clean.One of them stepped down from the truck and barked a coded knock on the side panel. It swung open. Two more figures emerged, carrying crates.White crates. Reinforced metal. Unlabeled. No customs, no tags. No past.Jaxon’s pulse tightened. It wasn’t just the crates. It was the calm in their movements. The arrogance. Like they didn’t care who saw them.They weren’t smuggling.They were stagi
