2025-03-25 05:43:17Brooklyn, New York – 4:15 A.M.
The night air was thick with the scent of rain and gasoline. The distant hum of the city was muffled by the pounding of Ethan’s heart as he sprinted through the dimly lit alleyways of Brooklyn. His breath came in controlled bursts, his mind processing one thing at a time—escape, concealment, survival.
He had been running for over an hour since his escape from the Hotel Aurora, navigating the darkened streets with the instincts of a hunted man. The authorities would have locked down every bridge, every subway station, every exit out of Manhattan. His face would be on every federal watchlist, painted as a traitor, a murderer.
Ethan knew better than to reach for his phone—it would be tracked. He needed to disappear, find a way off the grid before the net tightened around him completely.
Federal Investigation Bureau Headquarters – 4:30 A.M.
Inside the sleek, steel-and-glass headquarters of the FBI, Director Marcus Quinn stood before a war room filled with his top agents. A massive screen displayed Ethan Cross’s face—alongside flashing red markers indicating federal roadblocks, chopper search grids, and suspected escape routes.
“He’s our top priority,” Quinn’s voice was ice. “We have probable cause for first-degree murder, and considering his background, we classify him as an extreme threat. I want eyes on him in every borough by sunrise.”
Special Agent Vanessa Hart, a sharp, no-nonsense investigator with dark auburn hair pulled into a tight ponytail, folded her arms. “Cross is ex-CIA black ops. This won’t be a straightforward pursuit. He’ll know how to vanish.”
Quinn turned to her, his gaze unrelenting. “That’s why we need someone who thinks like him.”
Hart’s eyes narrowed. “And who exactly do you have in mind?”
A name flashed on the screen beside Ethan’s.
Damien Voss.
A former counterintelligence agent, now an FBI consultant. Ruthless, relentless. The only operative who had ever successfully tracked and captured Ethan Cross.
Hart exhaled. “You really think Voss will go after him again?”
Quinn’s expression darkened. “He doesn’t have a choice.”
An Underground Safe House – 5:02 A.M.
Ethan pressed himself against the cold brick wall of an abandoned warehouse, his pulse steadying. He had made it off the main streets, avoiding surveillance cameras and thermal scanners. He needed an ally, someone who could help him decode the setup before it was too late.
Only one name came to mind.
Dr. Evelyn Carter.
A former scientist for a classified intelligence program, Evelyn had been one of the few people to question The Dominion’s agenda. And now, she was his only hope.
Ethan pulled a burner phone from a hidden pocket in his jacket—one he had stolen hours ago. He typed a message into an encrypted chat system.
Ethan: I need to see you. Now.
Seconds later, the reply came.
Evelyn: You’re already dead, Ethan. Meeting you is suicide.
Ethan: If you don’t, we both will be.
There was a long pause.
Then—
Evelyn: Union Street. Warehouse 16. One hour.
Ethan exhaled. That was all he needed.
But just as he turned to leave—
A gun cocked behind him.
“Going somewhere, Cross?”
Ethan froze.
He knew that voice.
Damien Voss.
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