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Chapter 10: The Alliance and the Bug in the Wall

Chapter 10: The Alliance and the Bug in the Wall

By midday, the safe house was crowded. Cole had sent Jules to reach out to three of Morrow’s top lieutenants—Kael, Rian, and Jax—the men Veyra had named as the most likely to turn, the ones who’d found out Morrow planned to sacrifice all his lower-level operatives to power his final merge with the core. They arrived one by one, hard-faced men with guns and scars, all of them carrying ledgers and hard drives of their own, all of them angry enough to burn Morrow’s empire to the ground.

Cole stood by the fireplace, the core map spread out on the wooden table in front of him, listening as the men laid out their plan. Kael, the oldest, a man with a white streak in his black hair and a cold, calculating gaze, was the first to speak.

“Morrow’s got a server farm ten miles west of the city, in an old missile silo,” he said, tapping a spot on the map. “Everything’s there: all his financial records, all his communications with the stewards, the full formula for the toxin he used on your mom, and the only existing batch of the permanent antidote. If we hit it tonight, we can get everything we need to take him down, cure your mom, and expose the stewards to the whole city. The silo’s only got twelve guards. With our men and yours, we outnumber them two to one. It’s a sure thing.”

Cole nodded, but his eyes never left Kael’s face. Veyra’s warning echoed in his head: One of Morrow’s men is working for the stewards. Kael was the most senior, the one with the most to gain from a deal with the old ones, the one who’d pushed for this raid the hardest. Cole didn’t trust him. But he needed him. He needed all of them.

[Sub-task issued: Infiltrate Morrow’s server farm and retrieve toxin antidote + data within 12 hours. Reward: 25,000 credit deduction. Penalty: Maternal aneurysm rupture advanced by 24 hours]

“Deal,” Cole said, holding out his hand. “You help us get the antidote and the data, and I’ll wipe every last credit of system debt you three owe. Clean slates. No Morrow, no stewards, no core breathing down your necks.”

Kael took his hand, his grip firm. The other two nodded, relief flashing across their faces. For the first time in years, they had a way out.

The rest of the afternoon was spent prepping: loading guns, studying the silo’s blueprints, training. Cole spent an hour in the small clearing behind the cabin, learning to control the wolf, shifting his hands back and forth between claws and skin, letting the power rise and fall without losing himself. Jules joined him halfway through, bringing him a canteen of water, her eyes soft.

“You’re getting better at it,” she said, leaning against a tree, watching him shift his fingers back to normal. “Earlier, at the warehouse, I thought you were gone for a second.”

“Me too,” Cole said, sitting down on a rock, wiping sweat from his brow. The corruption was at 54% now, holding steady, the tattoo creeping up his shoulder. “Every time I use the system, every time I let the wolf out, it gets harder to come back. I’m scared one of these times, I won’t.”

Jules sat down next to him, her shoulder brushing his. The air between them was thick, charged, the way it had been since the estate, since she’d stood in front of him and fought Morrow’s men like they were her own. “You won’t,” she said, her voice quiet, firm. “Because I’ll be there to pull you back. Every time.”

Cole turned to look at her. Her scar glowed pink in the afternoon sun, her eyes were bright, and for a second he forgot about the core, the stewards, Morrow, all of it. He leaned in, slow, giving her time to pull away. She didn’t. She leaned in too, her eyes fluttering shut, and his hand came up to cup her cheek, his fingers brushing the scar—

A loud crash from the cabin made them both jump. They ran back inside, guns drawn, to find Hale standing by the fireplace, his face pale, holding a small, black bug he’d pulled out of the wall above the mantel. It was no bigger than a fingernail, glowing a faint, familiar blue.

“Found it when I was moving the wood,” Hale said, his voice tight. “It’s been there since we arrived. It’s a listening device. Steward tech, same as the fragment in Veyra’s orb. They’ve heard every word we’ve said. Every plan, every name, every detail of the raid tonight.”

Cole’s blood ran cold. He looked over at the three lieutenants. Rian and Jax looked shocked, confused, their hands going to their guns. Kael’s face was blank, his eyes cold, and Cole knew. It was him. The traitor Veyra had warned them about.

Before anyone could move, Kael pulled his gun, firing a shot that grazed Rian’s shoulder, sending him crumpling. He ran for the door, but Jules was faster. She tackled him to the porch, the two of them rolling, punching, grunting. Cole ran out to help, but Kael kneed Jules in the stomach, throwing her off, and scrambled to his feet, sprinting for the trees.

“Let him go,” Cole yelled, grabbing Jules before she could chase him. “He’s got what he wants. He knows the raid plan. He’ll tell the stewards, tell Morrow. They’ll be waiting for us.”

Jules cursed, wiping blood from her lip, her chest heaving. “We have to call it off. We can’t walk into a trap.”

“No,” Cole said, his mind racing. “We don’t call it off. We change it. Kael thinks we’re going in the front entrance at midnight, like we planned. We go in three hours early, through the old ventilation shaft on the north side, the one the blueprints say is sealed. We use the element of surprise. We get the antidote and the data, and we get out before Kael and the stewards even know we’re there.”

He looked at the map, at the small, narrow shaft marked sealed 1998, his plan forming fast. It was risky. It was stupid. It was the only chance they had.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur. They adjusted the plan, told Rian and Jax what was happening, prepped to leave at 9 PM. Veyra woke up for an hour, her strength briefly returning, and helped them disable the bug, feeding it a loop of fake plans to make Kael and the stewards think they were still on schedule. Hale stayed behind with Lila and Veyra, promising to keep them safe, to move them to a second safe house if anything went wrong.

Cole was packing his gear an hour before they left when his phone buzzed—an old burner Jules had given him, no traceable number. It was a text from an unknown number, with a photo attached.

The photo was of him, asleep on the cabin’s couch that morning, the core box peeking out of his jacket. The text below it read:

He’s weaker than we thought. Bring the core stabilizer at midnight. The stewards will pay double what Morrow offered for him. — K

Cole’s blood turned to ice. Kael wasn’t just working for the stewards. He was playing both sides, selling Cole to the highest bidder, negotiating with Morrow and the stewards at the same time. He didn’t just want the raid to fail. He wanted Cole alive, to sell him to whoever paid the most.

He showed the text to Jules, who cursed again, her face hard. “We kill him the second we see him. No questions, no deals.”

Cole nodded, shoving the phone into his pocket. He picked up the core box, tucking it into the inner pocket of his jacket, the hum under his skin steady, almost reassuring. He looked around the cabin, at the ragtag group of people getting ready to risk their lives with him: Jules, fierce and loyal, the woman he was starting to love; Rian and Jax, two men who’d spent their whole lives working for a monster, now fighting to make things right; Hale, who’d risked his job and his daughter to help them; Lila, who’d drawn rainbows for a dying stranger; Veyra, who’d given up everything to make amends.

This was his found family. The people he’d fight and die for. The people who’d fight and die for him.

At 8:45 PM, they piled into two unmarked cars Rian and Jax had brought, pulling out of the cabin’s driveway, heading for the missile silo. The sun had set, the sky dark, the moon hidden behind clouds. Cole sat in the passenger seat of the lead car, staring out the window, the map in his hand, the text glowing in his vision.

[Raid ETA: 45 minutes. Steward/Morrow ambush prepared at main entrance per Kael’s intel. Alternate entrance: unguarded. Corruption level: 55%. Core sync with Morrow: 27%]

Somewhere ahead, in the dark of the silo, Morrow and Kael and a dozen steward enforcers were waiting for a raid that would never come. They thought they had Cole right where they wanted him. They thought he was weak, a scared kid with a cursed box, easy to trick, easy to kill.

They were wrong.

Cole shifted his hand, letting the claws pop out for a split second, sharp and black, before shifting back. He smiled, cold and sharp, the wolf under his skin pacing, hungry.

Let them wait. He was about to crash their party.