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Moving in the chaos
Alvin knew waiting for cars to come out and slip in wouldn’t work again. They’d adapted. He had to be faster. “As I move, blind the cameras while I flash through. Don’t take long enough for them to know something is wrong.” He tapped Ryker and gave him a subtle nod — not reassurance, but command. Using his memory of the villa’s veins and bones from the system’s map, he zapped to the side where he recalled the security to be a little weaker, a joining point in the formation where two wards met and bickered like tired guards. He soared into the air, diving straight toward the barrier, a pointed, drill-like object clenched in his hand. He pierced through the barrier and dove into the villa headfirst, a bullet of intent. The object punched a hole in the formation, and he passed through like a water current…soundless, shapeless…leaving the barrier to automatically repair itself behind him, sealing shut as if he’d never been there. He rolled on the floor and zoomed in a half-squat u
Attempting a Daylight Breach
Evil organization, base 5 It was three in the afternoon when Alvin arrived with Ryker in tow, the sun a merciless white eye overhead. Till today, Ryker hadn’t seen Alvin’s face without the mask. Alvin insisted on confidentiality. Not just for himself, but also for Ryker’s sake. A desperate enemy might choose to torture him and tap his memories, peel his mind open like fruit. Better they find nothing. That way, everyone stays safe since they wouldn't know where to look. Unless of course, the traitor in villa number seven ups his game. “General, it’s still afternoon. Can we really pull this off?” Ryker’s eyes swept the perimeter. Powerful cameras revolved all around, unblinking, capturing everything approaching the base in cold, mechanical judgment. It wasn’t as protected as Dark Owl Fortress, but it was protected nonetheless. Jagged devouring teeth hidden beneath a seemingly ordinary exterior. “Breaching during the day is better training experience for you, especially since your
NO TIME TO REST
The cry of a baby pierced the fog in his mind, thin and sharp, yanking him back from the gray place between sleeping and drowning. His ear focused, instinct overriding exhaustion, trying to decipher the sound. Was it hunger, fear, or loneliness? Realizing where he was, his eyes snapped open and went straight to the cot, heart hammering once, hard. There was nothing threatening close to the cot. No shadow. No cold draft. No blade. Just Aurelio, small fists waving in the air like he could summon his father by will. Aurelio must have noticed he was alone and wondered why no one was coming to get him, or if he got forgotten— left behind the way children always were in the end. Perhaps it was his way of calling back Murong Wuque, whose mind was foggy and about to drift away while soaking in an overflowing tub with the real, stupid risk of drowning. One breath of water. One moment of letting go. Murong Wuque stretched his neck until it cracked, then his arm. The wound on his arm was h
Almost late
“Will he come or not?” Alvin kicked the bedframe, the sound a dull, furious thud that did nothing to quiet the storm in his chest. “Aish! That bastard!” Aurelio, who had been watching a singing toy left beside him to keep him busy, startled. His tiny body went rigid. He stared at Alvin for a long moment, confused, wide eyes searching his father’s face as if wondering what he did to deserve such shouts and reprimands, and promptly burst into tears — loud, shattered, heartbroken sobs that tore straight through Alvin’s ribs. The cry made Alvin freeze. He turned to the child, realization hitting him like a physical blow. He shouted and cursed out when there were only the two of them in the room. So the baby, who had an emotional intelligence higher than most adults gave him credit for, assumed the fury was directed at him and began to cry like the world was ending. He rushed to Aurelio and scooped him up, pressing desperate, apologetic kisses to his chubby, tear-slick cheeks. “My
Strapped
Alvin picked up his phone, his fingers hovering over the number he had on speed dial. The screen lit his face, stark and pale. Memories of the past two days flashed before his eyes. The grainy footage, the coat, the betrayal that might not be. He groaned, lowering the phone onto the table like it weighed a hundred pounds. He rested his head on the desk and began to knock his forehead against it, continually, a dull, rhythmic thud. Frustration wasn’t half as bad as shame. Having to call his suspected enemy to come watch the child was taking a toll on him, grinding him down bone by bone. Pride had a taste, and it was bitter. Aurelio made a little sound from the swinging basket where Alvin had placed him in the study as he paced. He stood up and pocketed his phone, then grabbed the child, tucking him against his chest like a shield. After locking the study securely…three bolts, two wards…he made his way to his room, each step heavier than the last. “Should we call that stupid Icema
No good choice
The workload was enormous, and Alvin was hunched over his desk all day, checking and rechecking facts until the numbers blurred and the words bled into one another. His eyes burned, dry and gritty, but he didn’t dare blink for too long. Blinking meant missing something. Missing something meant dying. “Master, new sets of humans were sent to a mutant lab in Mayga,” the system’s voice cut through the quiet, clipped and urgent. “And some strange weapons were moved in, which were used to fortify transportation portals. Do you want to take a look?” Alvin stared at the information on his screen for three whole minutes. The satellite feed painted the scene in cold, merciless detail. Another stronghold, though not as tightly protected as their Dark Owl fortress base since it was just a transit point; a throat in the network, not the heart. More than a dozen teenagers were moved inside, shoved into warehouses and dungeons like cattle, their faces blank with shock, awaiting their bitter f
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