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The Traitor’s Shadow
Author: Nathanielswrite
last update2025-08-25 18:30:47

The fish market stench clings to everything, seeping into the cramped apartment where we’ve holed up after the skyscraper fire. My ribs ache, my arm’s raw from a drone’s laser, and the weight of Dorian’s note—The vault’s not what you think—is a stone in my gut. Lena’s at a rickety table, her tablet casting a blue glow on her auburn hair, her hazel eyes fierce as she decodes the vault’s blueprint we barely escaped with. Marcus is slumped on a sagging couch, his shoulder bandaged, his breathing shallow, the tracker we pulled from his wound a grim reminder of the traitor in our midst. Evie’s leaning against a wall, her blonde hair tangled, her smirk gone, but her blue eyes are too sharp, like she’s hiding something. The air’s thick with distrust, and I’m standing by the window, scanning New Avalon’s docks for any sign of Crane’s goons, my gun heavy in my hand. Lena’s warning about a mole talking to Dorian has us all on edge, and I’m starting to think Evie’s recklessness isn’t just carele
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  • Love and Lies

    The weak light of a single bulb threw shadows across the new safehouse, a run-down loft above New Avalon’s waterfront warehouses. The air felt thick with dust and the low hum of the city below. Lena was curled against me on a worn mattress, her red-brown hair spread over my chest, her breath warm on my skin. My ribs ached from the chase at the gala, and my shoulder stung from a bullet wound, but her touch – gentle, constant – pushed it all away. The tracker we'd found in her equipment last night, Dorian's secret control, had shaken her up, and I was holding her tight, like she was the only thing keeping me together. Her hazel eyes met mine, vulnerable yet strong, and I kissed her, slowly and deeply, tasting salt and worry. The vault's important information, Sophia's meeting with the President, Dorian's games – they were all still out there, but right now, it was just us, stealing a moment in a world that felt like it was falling apart."I'm scared, Jax," she whispered, her voice crack

  • Presidential Games

    We were in front of the Sapphire Pavilion, a fancy venue on the waterfront, hosting a charity event packed with the city's influential people – and Sophia Laurent, the key to unlocking the vault's voice-activated system. Dorian's video, showing her meeting with the President and hinting at a "delivery" and "global influence," made me uneasy. The vault wasn't just about valuables; it held a national secret, something important enough to involve the highest leader in the country. My ribs still ached from the skyscraper fire, and Lena's kiss in the fish market hideout lingered in my mind, but her silence since then, her avoiding my gaze, told me she was struggling with the possibility of a traitor in our midst. Evie watched me from the van, her blonde hair tied back, her smile sharp and knowing, while Marcus was on lookout, his bandaged shoulder tense, his PTSD a constant, inner battle. I was about to step into Sophia's world, and the situation had become incredibly dangerous."Jax, Soph

  • The Traitor’s Shadow

    The fish market stench clings to everything, seeping into the cramped apartment where we’ve holed up after the skyscraper fire. My ribs ache, my arm’s raw from a drone’s laser, and the weight of Dorian’s note—The vault’s not what you think—is a stone in my gut. Lena’s at a rickety table, her tablet casting a blue glow on her auburn hair, her hazel eyes fierce as she decodes the vault’s blueprint we barely escaped with. Marcus is slumped on a sagging couch, his shoulder bandaged, his breathing shallow, the tracker we pulled from his wound a grim reminder of the traitor in our midst. Evie’s leaning against a wall, her blonde hair tangled, her smirk gone, but her blue eyes are too sharp, like she’s hiding something. The air’s thick with distrust, and I’m standing by the window, scanning New Avalon’s docks for any sign of Crane’s goons, my gun heavy in my hand. Lena’s warning about a mole talking to Dorian has us all on edge, and I’m starting to think Evie’s recklessness isn’t just carele

  • Trapped in Flames

    Smoke fills the air, making it hard for me to breathe. The skyscraper's sixtieth floor is engulfed in flames and collapsing. The bomb's explosion is still echoing in my head, a reminder of the betrayal that has turned Crane's stronghold into a deadly trap. I'm taking cover behind a server rack, my ribs aching from a guard's punch, my gun warm in my hand. Marcus is lying nearby, his shoulder covered in blood, his eyes showing pain and a deeper fear—his PTSD surfacing as the fire gets closer. Lena is working at the console, her hair covered in ash, her tablet sparking as she tries to break into the building's systems. Evie is missing, her risky move in the stairwell having separated us. My heart is racing, not just from the heat but from Lena's scream earlier, her voice a sign of hope in this disaster. Dorian's message—"The vault is not what you think"—is stuck in my head, but right now, surviving is all that matters."Marcus, stay awake!" I yell, crawling towards him through the smoke.

  • Skyscraper Siege

    The rain hammered New Avalon's streets, transforming the city into a glistening, brightly lit maze as we huddled in the van. Our hearts still pounded from the warehouse attack. My shoulder stung where a bullet had grazed me, but it was nothing compared to the unease in my stomach. Lena’s discovery—someone had placed a tracker on our gear from the inside—meant the betrayer was among us. Her light brown eyes were fixed on her tablet, searching for the signal, her dark red hair wet and sticking to her face. Evie was in the back, her fair hair a mess, her usual playful smile replaced by a worried frown. Marcus was holding his handgun tightly, his knuckles white, his silence, fueled by his mental trauma, was heavier than ever. I was driving, my mind racing. Dorian’s note, the betrayer, Crane’s vault—it was all closing in, and we were about to enter a dangerous situation: Crane’s skyscraper, the central hub of his seemingly impenetrable vault.“Security map’s ready,” Lena said, her voice st

  • The Plan Unfolds

    The streets were a dizzying display of bright lights and rain as the van's tires screeched while I made a fast turn, my hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. Lena was beside me, her tablet glowing, her reddish-brown hair stuck to her face because of the chaos at the auction. My jaw ached from Dorian's punch, and the note he'd given me—"The vault's not what you think"—felt like a time bomb in my pocket. Evie was in the back, her blonde hair a mess, muttering curses, while Marcus was completely quiet, his large body hunched over, blood leaking through his sleeve from a piece of glass he hadn't taken out. Lena's warning about someone betraying us was like a ghost accompanying us, and I was driving fast toward a backup safehouse, hoping it wasn't already compromised."Jax, slow down," Lena said, her voice sharp but unsteady, her hazel eyes glancing at me. "You'll kill us before Crane does." There was worry in her eyes, and something more gentle—maybe a reminder of our kissing at the

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