2025-03-24 21:36:16The service tunnel was dark, lit only by flickering emergency lights and the dim glow of Carter’s wrist computer. The stale air smelled of rust and damp concrete. Malcolm led the way, pulse still pounding from their escape.
Carter kept checking over her shoulder. “Think they’ll follow us?”
Malcolm shook his head. “Not yet. The Syndicate’s got resources, but they won’t risk an all-out chase in an unsecured tunnel. They’ll wait until we surface.”
Zeke’s voice crackled in their earpieces. “Okay, so, uh… where exactly are you guys headed?”
Carter swiped at her wrist display, pulling up a holographic map. “There’s an abandoned transit station a mile south. If we can reach it, I have a safe house set up nearby.”
Malcolm glanced at the blueprints. “We better move fast. If the Syndicate flagged our location, we won’t be alone for long.”
They jogged through the tunnel, their footsteps echoing against the damp walls. Malcolm kept his gun drawn, scanning every shadow.
Then—
Click.
He froze.
Carter stopped too. “What?”
Malcolm gestured at the ground. Just ahead, the floor panels looked off—newer than the rest of the tunnel.
He narrowed his eyes. “That’s a—”
Boom.
The explosion rocked the tunnel, sending Malcolm and Carter flying backward.
Dust and debris filled the air. Malcolm hit the ground hard, coughing as his ears rang from the blast.
Carter groaned beside him. “That was a trap.”
Malcolm forced himself to his feet. No shit.
Through the haze, figures emerged—four of them, clad in sleek black combat armor, weapons raised.
Syndicate Trackers.
They weren’t just mercenaries. These were specialists, trained for urban warfare and tracking fugitives.
The lead Tracker—a towering figure with a cybernetic visor—tilted his head. “You’ve been making a lot of noise, Malcolm.”
Malcolm wiped blood from his lip. “Yeah? And you Syndicate goons have been making a lot of bad life choices.”
The Tracker smirked. “You have something that doesn’t belong to you.”
Malcolm’s grip tightened on his gun. “That’s funny. I was just about to say the same thing.”
The Tracker’s visor flashed red. “Kill them.”
Gunfire erupted.
Malcolm dove sideways, rolling behind a stack of metal crates. Carter fired off a few shots, taking cover beside him.
“We’re pinned!” she hissed.
Malcolm checked his ammo. Not enough.
Zeke’s panicked voice came through the comms. “Guys, you need an exit, like, yesterday!”
Malcolm peeked over the crate, spotting a maintenance ladder leading up to the surface.
“There!” he shouted. “Cover me!”
Carter nodded, firing blindly as Malcolm sprinted forward. He slid behind a fallen support beam and took out one of the Trackers with a clean shot to the visor.
The others turned their fire toward him.
Which was exactly what he wanted.
Because Carter had already reached the ladder.
She grabbed onto the first rung, then tossed a small device toward Malcolm.
A flashbang.
Malcolm caught it, yanked the pin, and hurled it at the Trackers.
Bang!
The tunnel exploded with blinding white light.
The moment the Trackers stumbled, Malcolm sprinted for the ladder, grabbing onto the rung just as Carter hauled herself up.
They climbed fast, gunfire peppering the walls around them.
As soon as Malcolm cleared the top, Carter hit a control panel, slamming the hatch shut behind them.
Silence.
Then—
A thump-thump-thump from below.
“They’re cutting through,” Carter warned.
Malcolm exhaled. “Then we better not be here when they finish.”
They emerged into an abandoned train yard, rows of rusting subway cars stretching into the darkness.
Carter led them through a side entrance, down a narrow alley, until they reached a seemingly ordinary apartment complex.
She keyed in a code at a hidden panel, and the metal door slid open, revealing a high-tech underground safe house.
Zeke’s voice crackled over the speakers. “Holy hell, you made it.”
Malcolm collapsed onto a chair. “Yeah. Barely.”
Carter moved straight to the server console, inserting the storage drive. The screen flickered to life, running decryption sequences.
Zeke whistled. “That’s a lot of data.”
Carter nodded. “And it’s going to take a while to decrypt. But once we do…”
She turned to Malcolm, eyes burning with determination.
“…we’ll know exactly what the Syndicate is hiding.”
Malcolm exhaled. “And then?”
Carter’s lips curled into a small, dangerous smile.
“Then we expose them.”
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