2025-10-19 04:16:41At three o’clock, a sleek black car rolled up to the front of The Wave Estate Resort. Its tires whispered on the driveway; the engine was quiet but powerful.
The vehicle stopped.
The driver stepped out, adjusted his gloves, then straightened his jacket. With a practiced motion, he opened the rear door.
From the back seat, Zarek emerged, his coat flaring behind him like a shadow. He stepped onto the driveway, boots clicking against stone, gaze fixed on the sprawling resort.
Calm and composed, he took in the building; every detail was sharp in his eyes.
Turning slightly, he asked the man beside him, voice steady, “Is this the place? Can I find them here?”
The man swallowed and glanced nervously at the extravagant façade. “It’s… where we were told, sir. But it doesn’t exactly look like the Ashbourne family’s home.”
Zarek didn’t answer at once. His eyes stayed cold, scanning the estate as if calculating every possible move before stepping inside.
The man stiffened and dropped into a low bow, eyes down. “Understood, sir.”
Zarek gave no reply. With a single fluid motion, he strode toward the resort, his coat trailing like a shadow.
At the gate, he noticed it was wide open, unusual for a place like this. His gaze swept the entryway and landed on two guards lounging by the main door, clearly slacking.
They were cornering a woman, blocking her path.
She wore a short red gown that clung to her curves and left her shoulders bare.
One guard leered and stepped closer. “Oh, come on, don’t be so stiff. We’re just having fun.”
“I said no! Back off!” she snapped, shoving his shoulder.
The other guard chuckled. “Feisty… I like that. Maybe I’ll change your mind.”
“If you agree, we can let you in without an invitation,” the first added.
Zarek walked past them, coat flaring slightly as each step echoed.
One guard noticed him and froze, face twisting with anger. “Hey! How dare you walk in here without an invitation?”
“Yeah! Stop right there!” the other barked.
Zarek didn’t slow or glance their way.
The woman in red looked up as he passed; her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed.
The guards noticed immediately.
“She’s looking at him!” one hissed, jaw tight. “What is this?!”
“Don’t let him get away with this. Let’s teach him a lesson!” the other spat.
They rushed forward, shouting insults. “You don’t belong here!” “You’ve got no invitation!”
One lunged, hand reaching for Zarek. Whap! Zarek’s open palm slapped the hand away with a sharp crack; it skidded to the side.
“Don’t you dare touch me,” Zarek said, voice cold.
The guards stumbled back, stunned.
The one who’d been shoved scrambled to his feet, face red with fury. “How dare you hit me!” he yelled, drawing a baton. “We’ll teach you a lesson!”
He lunged, baton raised. Zarek caught it mid swing with one hand, twisted it, then drove a sharp punch into the guard’s belly.
The man flew backward and crashed into a parked car.
CRUNCH.
Metal groaned, and the car alarm began to wail, shrill and piercing.
The second guard’s eyes widened; panic replaced rage.
He dropped his baton and bolted, disappearing down the driveway.
Zarek didn’t chase.
He dropped the baton he’d held and walked inside.
The woman hurried forward and slipped her hand around his arm.
Her eyes were soft, a seductive glimmer as she leaned closer. “Do you have a partner for the party?” she asked, voice low. “Or… a girlfriend?”
Zarek removed her hand with a single motion, his gaze hard. “Leave me alone.”
Her smile faltered. “W-Why did you help me then, if you don’t want to be… with me?”
“I didn’t help you. Tone down your entitlement.” He turned and strode off, leaving her seething.
Zarek slipped past the gate and into the heart of the party. Music pulsed from hidden speakers; laughter and chatter filled the air.
The pool sparkled under the sun as women lounged and splashed; dozens turned as he passed, faces flushing with surprise and fascination.
He didn’t glance at them. He moved with calm, deliberate grace.
He reached a corner table, sleek and secluded, and settled into a chair, surveying the crowd with sharp eyes.
He scanned every face for the man he’d come to find, Darian Veyron, trusting his instincts.
A waiter placed a glass of white wine before him. Zarek swirled it, then took a measured sip; the crisp liquid slid down his throat, sharp and invigorating.
Whispers rippled through the guests.
A stunning woman near the pool, fiery red hair, emerald eyes, an hourglass figure, turned and murmured to a friend, “Wow… he’s really handsome…”
Her boyfriend, with a heavy gold chain around his neck, caught the comment mid-sip. His face closed like a trap.
“Who is that guy?” he barked to his entourage. “Find out—now.”
Six bulky men rose at his command, expressions hard, muscles taut.
“That handsome son of a—” one grumbled.
“We’re gonna mess his face up,” another growled.
They moved toward Zarek, a single, menacing unit.
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A dozen searchlights swept the valley, their beams cutting through the haze to reveal a line of heavy-combat exoskeletons. The Weavers' elite Iron-Clad unit stood waiting in a perfect phalanx, their heavy plating gleaming under the artificial glare."They're waiting for us," Shaw whispered."No," Zarek said, a dark smirk touching his lips. "They're waiting for a miracle. They aren't going to get one."He slammed the transport into high gear, the engine roaring its final, defiant song as they charged the mountain.The mountain air screamed as the engine pushed past its redline, the cabin vibrating with such force that the dashboard screen began to crack. Ahead, the Iron-Clad line didn't budge. They raised heavy, tower-sized shields, interlocking them to form a wall of reinforced tungsten."They're bracing for a head-on!" Shaw yelled over the roar. "Boss, that's a dead stop! You hit that wall, and the engine comes through the seats!""I'm not hitting the wall," Zarek said, his eyes t
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The next thirty miles were a blur of scorched earth and screaming metal. Zarek drove with a cold intensity that made the heavy transport feel like an extension of his own body. He avoided the main roads, cutting through dry riverbeds and over jagged ridges that would have shredded the tires of any lesser vehicle."Second outpost is coming up on the HUD," Shaw said, tapping the data pad with a grunt of pain. "It’s a fueling hub for their aerial drones.”“If we take this out, they lose their eyes in the sky. But Boss... they’ve got a heavy-duty turret on the north tower. A 40mm autocannon.""Then we don't give it a target," Zarek replied.He didn't charge the front gate. Instead, he steered the transport into a dense cluster of rusted shipping containers lining the perimeter. He killed the lights and the engine, letting the massive truck coast into a shadow-heavy alleyway between the crates."Stay with the vehicle," Zarek said, checking his sidearm. "If that turret starts humming, m
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The roar of the six-wheeled beast was the only warning the first outpost received.Situated in a narrow pass between two jagged cliffs, the checkpoint was a fortress of reinforced concrete and heavy iron gates. Two Weaver guards, encased in their humming exoskeletons, stood lazily by the barrier, clutching long-range rifles. They saw the familiar shape of their own transport kicking up a massive plume of dust and iron-rich dirt."Is that Unit Four?" one guard asked, squinting against the morning sun. "They weren't supposed to be back until—""He isn't slowing down," the other noted, his voice rising in alarm. "Hey! Unit Four, status! Drop your speed or we’ll—"Zarek didn't touch the brakes. He didn't even flinch. He slammed his foot to the floor, the turbochargers screaming as the transport hit eighty miles per hour."Shaw, brace your neck!" Zarek commanded."Already on it!" Shaw grunted, pressing his head back against the armored seat, his eyes wide with a mix of pain and adrenali
CHAPTER 335
They sat in the deepening twilight, the only sounds the crackle of the fire and the distant howl of a wasteland wolf. Zarek sat across from Shaw, tending to the fish with the same focus he used to dismantle a Weaver exoskeleton.When the trout were charred and flaky, Zarek flaked the meat onto a clean piece of bark and handed it to Shaw. Since Shaw couldn't use his hands, Zarek sat beside him, helping him eat in a silence that wasn't awkward, but deeply grounded in years of shared blood and dirt."Tastes like... actual life," Shaw murmured, chewing slowly. "Better than the Morning Sun’s five-star menu.""Context changes the flavor," Zarek said, taking a bite of his own portion. "In the city, you eat to fuel the machine. Out here, you eat to remember you're still human."Shaw looked at his splinted arms, then up at the stars peeking through the pine needles. "Do you think the Maces are looking at these same stars right now? Or are they still staring at their bank accounts?""Kaelen
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As the second guard reached for his sidearm, Zarek gripped the man’s armored wrist, twisting it until the suit's mechanical joint hissed and buckled. A quick strike to the base of the skull, and the second man was down.Zarek checked the cab, empty. He whistled low, a sharp, melodic note that pierced the mechanical hum of the yard.Shaw emerged from the shadows, stumbling slightly as he made his way toward the vehicle. He looked at the two unconscious guards and then at the idling beast of a truck."Nice ride," Shaw wheezed, his face still pale but his spirit unbroken. "Does it come with seat warmers? My arms are starting to feel like they're made of ice.""It comes with a full medical kit and a clear path to the Weavers' main gate," Zarek said, hauling Shaw into the passenger seat before climbing into the driver’s side. He slammed the transport into gear, the heavy tires churning the gravel as he swung the vehicle around. He didn't look back at the wreckage of their SUV or the me
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Zarek didn't move until the last microsecond.He dropped low, sliding through the dirt beneath the giant’s outstretched arms. As he passed, he jammed his tactical knife into the exposed power cable at the back of the Weaver’s knee. Blue sparks erupted. The suit’s hydraulics locked instantly, and the man’s own momentum carried him face-first into the gravel with a bone-shaking thud. He tried to scramble up, but his left leg was a dead weight of useless steel."You’re fighting the suit," Zarek said, his voice terrifyingly level as he stood over him. "I’m fighting you."The fourth Weaver, the youngest of the group, panicked. He leveled his heavy-caliber sidearm, his hand shaking. "Stay back! I’ll blow the fuel tank! I'll take us all out!""Then do it," Zarek challenged, stepping into the path of the barrel. His eyes were devoid of fear, a void that seemed to swallow the young man’s resolve. "But know that I’ll be the last thing you see before the fire takes you. Is that worth a p
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