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BLOOD ON THE PARKWAY
His Bugatti Chiron Super Sport tore across Fort Bennett Field, suspension humming as it devoured the uneven ground. Dust and gravel exploded behind the tires, the car’s engine screaming like a restrained beast finally unleashed. He leaned forward instinctively, eyes locked on the faint but unmistakable tire marks carving a path toward the exit ramp. Maria braced herself, one hand gripping the door, the other clutching the seatbelt across her chest. Her breathing was steady—but only because she forced it to be. “Lewis,” she said, calm but firm. “Focus. Don’t let anger drive.” “I know,” he replied without looking at her. “I’ve got this.” Behind them, the NYPD tactical van followed in tight formation. Inside, the senior officer stood braced between the seats, headset pressed to his ear. “Maintain spacing,” he ordered. “Don’t bunch up. Our objective is Samuel. Ignore everything else unless it blocks our path.” The junior officer driving nodded sharply, hands fluid
AMBUSH AT FORT BENNETT FIELD
The darkness inside the old operations building was thick and cold. Every step echoed faintly, a hollow sound that made the air feel heavier. The officers advanced in formation, their flashlights cutting pale beams through the gloom. “Thermal scanners up,” ordered the senior officer in command. His voice carried calm authority, measured and professional. Two junior officers raised compact scanners from their vests—sleek, tablet-sized devices that pulsed faint blue light. The digital grids flickered, scanning the rooms and broken walls. “No heat signatures,” one junior officer muttered. “Negative movement,” added another. Lewis frowned, sweeping his gaze across the dust-streaked floor. “You’re sure?” “Affirmative, sir,” said the senior officer. “Not a trace of life in this entire level.” They moved deeper. The air smelled of rust, wet concrete, and something stale—like burnt tobacco and mold. Empty shelves lined the walls. Torn maps flapped loosely from nails.
BEFORE THE FIRST SHOT
He glanced again at the clock on the wall, then closed the file with a soft but final thud. “Here’s how this goes,” he said evenly. “Preparation begins now. We move in one hour. That hour is not negotiable.” Lewis’s jaw tightened. He opened his mouth, then stopped himself. His fingers flexed once against his knee before he forced them still. “One hour,” he repeated—slower this time and controlled. “And after that?” “After that,” the squad captain replied, pushing off the desk, “we execute. Tactical unit, perimeter, Harbor backup. No improvisation.” Lewis nodded, though the tension in his shoulders didn’t fade. “We will wait,” he said. “We're not leaving.” The ADA met his gaze, unblinking. “No one’s asking you to.” Maria placed a hand lightly on Lewis’s arm—not restraining, just grounding. He inhaled long and deep, then leaned back into his chair, visibly reining himself in. “I know I’m not the one wearing a badge,” he said quietly. “But Samuel already knows
THE HOUR OF RECKONING APPROACHES
WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!! The sudden, guttural barking tore through the quiet morning like shattered glass. Lewis jolted awake, breath hitching as his eyes snapped open. Sunlight had crept into the room, thin golden rays slipping through the tall window slats and stretching across the carpet, dust motes drifting lazily in the glow. His head throbbed faintly, the remnants of deep, unguarded sleep still clinging to him. Another bark echoed—closer this time. WOOF! WOOF! He pushed himself upright, palms pressing into the mattress. His chest rose and fell as memory rushed back in a single, sharp wave. The unfinished business with Samuel. His gaze flicked to the small clock on the bedside table. The second hand ticked steadily, mocking in its calm. Lewis exhaled under his breath. “Damn. It's almost seven.” He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, muscles stiff but responsive. The room still smelled of clean linen and old books, unchanged—too calm for what waite
THE CALM AFTER CAPTIVITY
They stepped a little farther onto the concrete walkway, their footsteps muted as the stone absorbed the sound beneath them. The night air clung cool against their skin, heavy with the faint scent of damp earth. Lewis raised his hand and pressed the doorbell. DING-DONG! DING-DONG!! The sound rang sharp and hollow, echoing briefly through the quiet compound before dissolving into the stillness. They waited, but there was no response. He pressed it again—slower this time, deliberate. DING-DONG! Still no response. Maria shifted her weight, her gaze lingering on the massive door as if willing it to open. A faint crease appeared between her brows as unease stirred. “I’m sure nobody is inside,” she murmured. Lewis exhaled through his nose, irritation flickering briefly across his face. His jaw tightened, muscles working as his mind ran through possibilities. Then he remembered something. “The key,” he said quietly. He shoved his hand into his jacket pocket, fing
JUSTICE ON THE BRINK
Noah’s faint smirk faded as the ADA leaned forward, her voice dropping just enough to sharpen the threat beneath it. “Mr. Hunt,” she said evenly, “you’ve been warned. Continued refusal to disclose the whereabouts of Samuel Gordon will be interpreted as deliberate obstruction. That carries consequences you will not like. This is your final opportunity to cooperate.” Lewis felt something hot and violent surge up his spine. For half a second, his hands clenched, muscles tightening as he took a step forward before catching himself. His jaw locked, teeth grinding as he forced the instinct down. This wasn’t the street. This wasn’t chaos. This was the procedure. Maria shifted beside him, her hand tightening around his forearm—not restraining him, just anchoring him. Lewis inhaled through his nose, slow and controlled, eyes never leaving Noah. Noah swallowed. The sound was loud in the quiet room. His shoulders sagged as if a weight had finally crushed whatever resistance h
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