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AT GUNPOINT, TIME STANDS STILL
Lewis and the officers quickly rounded the corner, their boots slapping against the steel-streaked concrete. Ahead, through the dim amber of dock lights, the three men carrying Maria were already far down the terminal, their movements sharp and practiced, almost inhuman. Lewis’s pulse hammered. How had they gotten this far so fast? “Impossible speed,” muttered the junior officer, ducking instinctively as a stray sheet of corrugated metal rattled in the wind. “They’re professionals,” the senior replied, scanning the lane. “But they’ll run out of cover soon. Keep tight.” Lewis’s heart sank at the sight: Maria held by the largest of the men, her body pressed against his chest, arms pinned. The other two flanked him, firing sporadically toward Lewis and the officers. The wounded man, leg bleeding but relentless, let off sharp, precise bursts, forcing Lewis to dive behind a stack of crates. “Move left! Cover that flank!” The senior officer barked, dropping low, rolling behind
FURY IN THE MAZE
The four officers advanced as a single organism—measured steps, rifles up, shoulders squared. Their optics flickered with layered data: thermal overlays, motion vectors, and depth mapping rendered in faint green lines across their visors. Steel loomed on both sides. A narrow service lane opened where the shadows thickened. “That’s their breaking point,” the senior officer said calmly. “Stack left. Slow.” Boots rolled heel to toe. Barrels cleared corners before bodies followed. One officer dropped to a knee, scanning low gaps beneath the containers. Another swept high, tracking crane arms and catwalks. The faint hum of electronics blended with the distant slap of water against pylons, the port alive even in darkness. “Thermals are messy,” the kneeling officer muttered. “Too much residual heat off the steel.” “Then trust your eyes,” the senior replied. “And your spacing.” Lewis was already ahead of them. He pushed past the edge of their formation, jaw clenched, gun
NO ESCAPE, NO CLOSURE
The Tahoe rolled to a controlled stop near Pier 12, its headlights washing over stacked shipping containers stamped with faded company logos—MAERSK, COSCO, EVERGREEN—towering steel walls that swallowed sound and sight alike. The salt air from the harbor mixed with the sharp smell of burned rubber and hot metal. The engine ticked softly as it cooled. Doors opened in near unison—quiet and deliberate. The senior officer stepped out first, weapon already raised, posture tight and disciplined. His eyes swept the pier in a smooth, practiced arc. The junior officer followed immediately, shouldering a compact HK416, optics active, scanning angles and shadows with trained precision. Two additional officers fanned out automatically, spacing perfect, fields of fire overlapping without a word spoken. The senior officer raised a fist. Everyone froze. The industrial pier stretched out before them, a hard geometry of steel and shadow. Shipping containers were stacked three and four
THE HUNT REACHES ITS EDGE
Tires screamed against the asphalt, and its chassis shivered under the strain, but the senior officer’s hands remained steady, eyes locked on the vanishing taillights ahead. Ahead, the Jeep Grand Cherokee was already a blur, a dark phantom weaving through traffic, slicing lanes with aggressive precision. Every maneuver showed experience, each turn calculated to maintain a lead while leaving chaos behind. Lewis’s stomach tightened as he saw another cab swerve violently, horns blaring, pedestrians cursing from the sidewalk. “They’re exploiting every gap,” the junior officer said, fingers dancing over the console. “Speed profile indicates he’s confident, not desperate. He’s using counter-steering, late apex turns… maximizing cornering speed. This isn’t random driving—this is a professional.” Lewis leaned forward, knuckles white on the dashboard. “Every inch counts. We can’t let them disappear in the industrial stretch near Avenue D.” The senior officer nodded. “Stay cal
THE HUNT BEGINS
Moments later, the Tahoe merged onto Newkirk Avenue without sirens, without lights—just another dark SUV slipping into the afternoon traffic. For a moment, there was nothing. Cars rolled past in both directions. A city bus hissed as it pulled to a stop near East 80th Street. Pedestrians moved along the sidewalks, unaware and unbothered. Life continued at its normal, indifferent pace. Lewis felt his pulse hammer anyway. “Nothing yet,” the junior officer said, eyes flicking between the windshield and the transparent data overlay projected faintly across it. “No immediate visual.” The senior officer kept both hands steady on the wheel, posture rigid, and shoulders squared. “Patience,” he said calmly. “If they used underground routes, they’ll surface somewhere messy. Watch for disruption.” Lewis leaned forward slightly, gaze sharp. His jaw was tight enough to ache. Then it happened. Far ahead—three intersections down, near the bend where Newkirk cut past East 83rd—a burs
MEASURED STEPS TOWARD THE TRUTH
The senior officer held his raised hand steady, palm flat, fingers tight and frozen. The tunnel seemed to breathe around them. Water ran in a shallow channel carved into the concrete floor, sliding past their boots with a low, constant whisper. The air was colder here, heavier, carrying the sour tang of rust and long-stagnant moisture. Spiderwebs clung to the ceiling and walls in thick, silver strands, trembling as their movement disturbed them. Each step stirred fine dust that sparkled briefly in the flashlight beams before settling again. Lewis stopped instantly, posture straight, shoulders squared. His breathing slowed—not because the fear had eased, but because he forced control over it. Deep down, his thoughts were a single and unbroken plea. Please be alive. Please be safe. The junior officer adjusted his grip on his flashlight, angling the beam lower. “Motion scan registered again multiple shapes ahead,” He said quietly, his voice calm and measured. “Range
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