The New Guy
Author: Paul_okito
last update2026-09-23 23:36:25

Claire hesitated. Her eyes briefly moved toward Maverick. He immediately raised his eyebrows in a clear warning.

Claire knew exactly what he was trying to tell her—don’t say it. But she also saw the pure excitement on his mother’s face. She lowered her eyes and answered softly,

“Yes.” Maverick stared at her in disbelief. “Claire!”

Her cheeks immediately turned red. His mother laughed loudly with pure delight. “I knew it! I knew she would say yes!”

The women burst into conversation all at once.
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  • Darius Has Dementia

    The kind that meant this rescue was never supposed to end with them walking out.Maverick crouched beside Darius, staring at the device strapped beneath his torn shirt. A red digital display counted down from 04:00, its glow reflecting against the blood on Darius’s skin. The black casing covered his abdomen, secured by thick straps, with several colored wires disappearing beneath a metal plate.'Four minutes. I don't have time to wait for someone else to solve this.'“Everyone give me room, but nobody leaves Darius alone,” Maverick ordered, leaning closer to inspect the casing. “Noah, keep your camera steady and tell me exactly what you can see, even if you aren't certain what it means.”Noah’s face filled the small screen on Maverick’s phone. His usual cheeky confidence had vanished, replaced by a concentration Maverick rarely saw when Noah wasn't working with computers.“The casing resembles a military demolition device I've seen in tactical games and technical forums, possibly so

  • There Is A Bomb!

    “Maverick, Eddie—eight heat signatures moving toward your position!” Noah’s voice snapped through the earpiece.Maverick ducked as bullets ripped through the doorway, splintering wood and chipping concrete. Eddie dropped behind a stack of crates, but one round grazed his upper arm. He hissed, pressed a hand against the wound, and looked at the blood spreading between his fingers.“Just a scratch,” he muttered.“Keep telling yourself that,” Maverick replied.A guard rushed around the corner, weapon raised. Maverick slammed his arm aside before the man could fire. The gun discharged into the ceiling. Maverick drove him into the wall, struck him hard enough to send him staggering, then finished the struggle with a brutal blow. The man collapsed in a heap, blood running from his split forehead onto the concrete.Another attacker appeared behind him. Eddie fired, and the man dropped with a cry, clutching his side. He hit the floor and writhed, leaving a dark smear as he tried to drag hims

  • First Battle

    “Since you stopped asking what I do with my time.”“You spend most of it sitting in front of a computer,” Silas replied.“Exactly. That’s where computers are useful.”“Noah.”“If you already have someone who can do this, I’ll leave. Otherwise, let me try. You can insult me afterward.”Maverick studied him briefly. “What do you need?”“The original message and access to a decent system. I can’t promise an exact location, but I can try to find where it came from.”“Let him work,” Maverick said when Silas started to object. “We don’t have time to argue.”Noah pulled a chair toward the laptop. His casual expression disappeared as he examined the transmission, opening several windows and running searches through the data embedded in the signal.A few minutes later, he leaned forward. “I’ve got a district. East side, industrial zone. But the signal alone won’t tell us which building.”“Can you see inside?” Maverick asked.Noah glanced at him. “Not with an ordinary connection. But if the sat

  • What Happened?

    Silas’s expression remained serious as he stood beside the shooting range’s entrance.“I don’t know where Darius is,” he said. “The last message I received was cut off before he could give me any useful information. All I know is that someone is hunting him, and he may already be in their hands.”Maverick glanced at the phone Silas had placed on the table inside the small office adjoining the range. “Play it again.”Silas did. Static crackled through the speaker before a man’s strained voice emerged.“Silas… they’ve found me. I don’t know how long I can—”The message ended abruptly.Eddie’s face darkened. “Darius was always careful. If he’s sending a message like that, he must be in serious trouble.”“That’s what worries me,” Silas replied. “He wouldn’t contact me after all these years unless he had no other choice.”Maverick studied Silas for a moment. “There’s something you’re not telling us.”Silas didn’t answer immediately. He walked to the window overlooking the shooting range, w

  • Veteran In Trouble 1

    Maverick handed over the rifle and stepped aside.Silas examined the three targets the range attendant had set up at different distances. The attendant had arranged them along the same line, with the smallest target farthest away.“Those weren't there before,” Claire observed.“They weren't,” Eddie replied, watching Silas. A knowing smile touched his face. “Looks like the old man wants to make a point.”Silas settled into position. He took a moment to study the targets, then raised the rifle.Maverick expected him to focus on the nearest one. Instead, Silas aligned his aim with the smallest target at the far end.The shot cracked through the range.A beat later, the attendant stared at the targets. The bullet had passed through the first two and struck the center of the third.Claire rose halfway from her seat. “One shot?”The attendant checked the targets before calling out, “All three hit!”Eddie let out a sharp laugh. “Still showing off, I see.”Silas lowered the rifle with a satis

  • Life

    Maverick considered the statement. “Then how do you tell the difference between a leader who understands his responsibilities and one who doesn't?”“You watch what he does when things don't go according to plan.” Silas turned away from the window. “Anyone can talk about trusting professionals when everyone agrees. The real test comes when a specialist tells you that your plan won't work, or that following your instructions will put people at unnecessary risk.”“And you expect me to prove that I would listen?”“I expect nothing from you yet.”Silas returned to the table, but instead of sitting down, he rested one hand on the back of his chair.“There's a reason I'm particular about this. Years ago, I trained a young man who was exceptionally talented with a rifle. He was patient, disciplined, and capable of making difficult shots under pressure. I believed he had everything he needed to become one of the finest snipers I'd ever trained.”Claire studied Silas's face. “What happened to h

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