2025-04-18 05:11:173:17 A.M. at the Safe house War Room
The old CRT monitors hummed with static as Darius stared into the digital abyss of everything that had gone wrong. He didn’t sleep anymore. Not since the fire. While Amira dozed fitfully in the cot across the room, Darius worked. He decrypted, cross-referenced, triangulated. He was chasing ghosts—codes that moved, evolved, mutated with each attempt to trap them. Ghost Code wasn’t just surveillance tech. It was sentient. Growing. And now, it was waking up. Lines of terminal code blurred on the screen: GHOST.PROTOCOL.V4 → STATUS: TESTING ACTIVE. TARGET RANGE: ZONE A21 — ATLANTA METROPOLITAN GRID AUTHORIZED BY: VALE Darius clenched his fists, jaw tight. Vale. The bastard wasn’t just still alive. He was in control. There was a reason Darius Raines had faked his death. A reason he left everything behind—his name, his records, his brother. Because the last time he faced Langston Vale, an entire hospital wing went up in flames. And Vale made sure everyone blamed him. Now he was back in the city where it all began. The place that buried him. And the people who buried him were still watching. 4:12 A.M. at the Safe house Cot Amira awoke with a start. The warmth of the thermal blanket was deceptive. She felt cold inside, like something in her had shut down long ago and forgotten how to turn back on. She turned her head. Darius hadn’t moved. His back was to her, framed by the low light of the monitors. The same profile. The same broad shoulders. But harder. Like time had carved steel where flesh once lived. She pushed herself up, legs shaky. “You’re not the man I remember,” she said softly. “No one is,” Darius replied without turning. “You left without a word. Faked your death. You knew what they were doing to me and still walked away.” “I didn’t walk,” he said. “I burned.” FLASHBACK — 5 YEARS AGO Top Secret Testing Facility — Ghost Code HQ They told him he was building a defense system. Something to protect national assets. A live A.I. interface that could track insurgents in real-time. Reduce civilian casualties. Eliminate rogue threats. They didn’t tell him he was the test subject. They didn’t tell him the program would hijack his thoughts. That it would manipulate memory. That it would turn him into an executioner on demand. Until it was too late. He remembered it all now—the screams of the scientists when the override failed, the red haze in his vision as the system activated. A voice inside his head whispering, terminate target…terminate target… He remembered Vale’s voice through the earpiece: “No survivors, Raines. Clean slate.” He remembered the fire. And then nothing. Back to Present Amira stepped beside him, her eyes flicking across the screens. “So what now? We just sit here? Wait for Vale to make the next move?” Darius stood and opened a small floor compartment. He pulled out a case and laid it flat. Inside were three sidearms, one sniper pistol, two magnetic EMP grenades, and an encrypted sat-link device. “We don’t wait,” he said. “We go dark and hit them first.” Amira raised an eyebrow. “What’s the target?” “The server farm,” he replied. “Vault Seven. They’re storing test data and sync patterns from Ghost Protocol. If we take it out, we cripple their rollout.” “You really think they’ll let us walk into Vault Seven? That place is a fortress.” He looked at her. “We won’t walk in.” Langston Vale studied the footage again, this time zoomed in on Darius’s face. The man was older. Scarred. But alive. “I want street cams tapped,” he barked to his tech officer. “Find me a heat trace, facial imprint, anything. If he’s in Atlanta, he’s leaving footprints.” Malik stood at his side, arms crossed. “I warned you,” Malik said. “He’s not a soldier anymore. He’s something else. You burned him and expected him not to rise from the ash?” “He’s a liability.” “He’s a martyr.” Vale turned, sharp and venomous. “You’re loyal, Malik. But you forget your place.” Malik’s jaw ticked. But he said nothing. Not yet. 6:09 A.M. at the Abandoned Subway Line, Zone A21 The sky was just beginning to bruise with gray when Darius and Amira slipped through the old emergency tunnel beneath the city. The air was metallic and heavy with mildew. They moved fast. Stealth gear, silent comms, pulse rifles holstered. Amira’s hacker instincts kicked in—every locked door was a puzzle, every firewall a toy. Vault Seven loomed ahead. Massive. Buried under the city’s defunct subway hub. What used to be an old water treatment center was now humming with heat and power—the belly of the beast. Darius handed her the EMP charge. “You plant it. Thirty seconds detonation. I’ll hold the entry.” Amira nodded. “What happens after it blows?” Darius’s voice was cold steel. “Chaos.” Darius moved through the shadows like he belonged there. And in a twisted way, he did. He recognized the security layouts he helped build them. He knew the blind spots. The guard rotations. The hallways with faulty sensors. Everything was going to plan until it wasn’t. A voice came through the overhead speakers. Calm. Controlled. “Welcome back, Raines.” Darius froze. Vale. “Thought you’d come back to where it started,” the voice continued. “Didn’t take you for sentimental.” Darius swore and turned. Turrets dropped from the ceiling. Lights flooded the corridor. Amira’s voice screamed through his comms: “They’re in the system! They saw us coming!” Too late. Bullets rained. Darius dove behind a concrete pillar, firing back. The turret burst into flames. His mind spun. Trapped. No exit. Suddenly, silence. Then ,gas. White smoke flooded the hallway. He pulled his mask tight, grabbed the sat-link, and ran. Amira met him at the north stairwell, face pale. “I couldn’t plant the charge. The panel was a decoy. It’s a trap.” “We’re pulling out.” As they turned to escape, a figure stepped from the smoke. Malik. He raised a gun. “It doesn’t have to be like this.” Darius didn’t blink. “You working for Vale now?” “No. I’m working for me.” He threw a flash drive at Darius’s feet. “Take it. Everything you need to kill Ghost Code. I’m done watching from the sidelines.” Darius picked it up slowly. “Why now?” Malik’s eyes burned. “Because I saw the test footage from Detroit. The system misfired. Killed twenty-three people in seconds. No target confirmation. Just a pulse and a kill command.” Darius’s voice went razor sharp. “They’re going live.” Malik nodded. “Tonight. City wide.” And then he vanished into the smoke. Back at the safehouse, Darius stared at the flash drive like it might detonate. Amira decrypted it, eyes wide. It was all there. Blueprints. Launch timelines. Embedded user profiles. Target prioritization logs. Political figures. Civilians. Children. Ghost Code was no longer a defense system. It was a weapon. A kill grid. And it would be live in 14 hours. Darius turned to Amira. “We end this tonight.” She looked at him, heart pounding. “How?” He smiled for the first time. “By letting the whole world watch.”
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