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The shadow in the hospital Kane’s Strategy
Ethan led the group through the labyrinthine tunnels, his flashlight bouncing off the damp, moss-covered walls. His steps were confident, each turn deliberate. Walker moved behind him, weapon ready, his gaze sharp and unyielding. Sarah held Elizabeth close, her whispers a fragile shield against the girl's shallow, fearful breaths. The air hung thick with the metallic tang of rust and the mildew of stagnant water. A crackle came through Walker’s earpiece, Jett’s voice low and urgent. “Cops are moving in on the tunnel entrances. Ramirez is leading a small team, but there are unmarked vehicles too—probably Kane’s FBI guys.” Walker’s jaw tightened. “Any other exits?” Ethan turned, catching the last part of the conversation. “There’s an old service hatch that leads into the storm drain system. It’s tight, but it’ll get us out of the net.” Without hesitation, Walker motioned for them to follow. The group moved quickly, the chill deepening as they descended further into the
The shadow in the hospital The Hidden Safehouse
The maintenance shed was small and worn, a relic from when the bridge had seen better days. The windows were cracked, and the door hung off its hinges. Inside, rusted tools and old equipment lay scattered, but it was shelter—for now.Sarah eased Elizabeth onto a makeshift bed of old blankets. The girl's eyelids drooped, exhaustion weighing her down. Ethan rifled through a dusty cabinet, pulling out a first-aid kit.Walker secured the door, peeking through a gap in the boards. Rain pelted the world outside, shadows stretching under the bridge as lights flashed through the storm."We can’t stay here long," Walker said. His voice was low, tense. "The cops are sweeping the area. They’ll find us sooner or later."Ethan sat against the wall, his face pale under the dim light. "I know a guy—someone who can get us out of the city. He owes me a favor."Walker turned, his expression hard. "And why should we trust you?"Ethan didn’t flinch. "If I wanted you dead, I’d have led you into Grah
The shadow in the hospital The Chase Intensifies
The flashbang detonated with a blinding burst, its shockwave rattling the shed’s flimsy walls. Walker blinked through the disorienting haze, his body instinctively rolling behind a rusted metal cabinet. His back pressed against the cold steel, each breath steadying him against the chaos. Splinters and glass rained down as bullets ripped through wood and sheet metal, each shot a percussion in the orchestrated mayhem."Hold your fire!" Ramirez’s voice strained against the cacophony, but the command dissolved into the roar of gunfire.Walker’s mind raced. He needed to buy Sarah, Elizabeth, and Ethan enough time. His fingers found the smoke grenade at his vest. He pulled the pin and lobbed it into the room’s center. Thick gray smoke curled out, swallowing the dim light and wrapping everything in a heavy shroud.He moved like a shadow, slipping between crates, his form merging with the shifting mist. He fired three shots—not to kill but to draw attention. The bullets pinged off metal, send
The shadow in the hospital The King of Quiet Deaths
Javier moved through his home like a king in his castle, each step echoing with the promise of blood.The estate is standing tall like a fortress, its high walls draped in ivy while the wrought-iron gates are glistening under the afternoon sun. Security cameras are humming softly as they sweep over the manicured garden, where vibrant roses and azaleas are lining a polished stone pathway. The main house—a sprawling villa with arched windows and terracotta roofs—is blending old-world opulence with modern flair. Every inch of the exterior is whispering wealth and danger, a seductive promise wrapped in thorns.Javier Montoya is leaning against the obsidian-black Rolls Royce, its chrome details flashing like hidden blades.He is a tall man, his broad shoulders filling out a charcoal suit that clings to him like a second skin. His face is all sharp angles—high cheekbones, a nose that looks like it’s met trouble before, and eyes smoldering like dying embers. His presence is demanding attenti
The shadow in the hospital Nina Is Dead
The television screen flickered with the unsettling image of a woman’s mangled body. Her face was almost unrecognizable, her skin a pallid hue against the harsh streetlights. The reporter's voice cut through the silence in Jett’s apartment.“...vital organs, including her kidney, were missing. Authorities are yet to identify the victim or determine the motive behind this gruesome act. An investigation is ongoing.”Jett's knuckles whitened as he tightened his grip on the phone. His mind raced, connecting the dots, but dread clouded his logic. He knew it was Nina. He felt it. And he was sure Dr. Graham had something to do with it.He dialed Walker’s number. No answer. His fingers drummed anxiously against the armrest. He tried again. Still nothing.“What the hell is going on?” he muttered, pacing the room.When his phone finally rang, Walker's name flashed on the screen. Relief mingled with a fresh wave of anxiety.“Hey, Walker—”Before he could finish, the sound of hurried footsteps an
The shadow in the hospital Red Envelope
Ramirez returned home after the long chase and investigation on Dr. Graham and Walker. Now, his focus was on Javier—the bigger fish. It had been ages since he last set foot in his own home. His wife and kids missed him dearly.Cindy, his wife, was a beautiful actress and model—a true catch. She understood the nature of Ramirez’s work and the risks involved. She’d never had the chance to meet her father-in-law, a reminder of the dangers lurking in Ramirez’s line of duty. Still, she had held down the fort, raising two toddlers with strength and grace. Their home was blessed, except for the long periods when Ramirez was away.As he entered, Cindy gently took off his jacket, hanging it by the door. Their lips met in a passionate kiss—an embrace that spoke of how much they had missed each other.“I am tired, and I’m not gonna let that stop me from making love tonight,” Ramirez murmured, his voice thick with desire.Cindy smiled, her cheeks turning a soft pink as if it were the first day th
The shadow in the hospital The Last Favour
Oscar sat at a small, round table near the back. His chair was tilted against the wall, fingers tapping a slow rhythm on his glass. His mind was somewhere else—stuck on Ramirez and the danger he couldn't seem to avoid.The bar sat hidden in the city's underbelly, buried behind an unmarked door in a narrow alley. Streetlights barely touched this place, where shadows moved like whispers. Graffiti sprawled over the brick walls, a tangled script of defiance and secrets. The air was thick with the smell of damp concrete and old trash, a scent that lingered like regret.Inside, it was darker. The ceiling hung low, beams stained with smoke. A broken speaker murmured old jazz, the saxophone's notes winding through the room like a story no one wanted to tell. Dirty girls flooded everywhere. The dim light barely reached the corners, leaving most of the bar in shadow. Heavy curtains covered the windows, trapping the place in a twilight that never changed.Across from him, Moreno sat with the kin
The shadow in the hospital Why did you save Elizabeth?
The safehouse was tucked away beneath an old, crumbling warehouse. It wasn't much—just a small, cold room with a steel door and blacked-out windows. But it had the basics: blankets, canned food, and medical supplies. In that gloomy hideout, every second felt like a tightrope walk between hope and fear.Ethan struck a match and lit a lantern, its soft glow stretching shadows across the concrete walls."We should be safe here... for a while," he said, his voice steady but cautious.On the other side of the room, Sarah gently laid a shivering Elizabeth onto a cot and wrapped her in a blanket. The little girl's tired eyes said it all—she was just as scared as the rest of them.Ethan handed Sarah a bottle of water."You did good back there," he said quietly.Sarah took it, managing a small, weary smile. "I just want this nightmare to be over," she whispered.Ethan sat across from her, his expression firm."It will. Walker’s smart. He’ll find us."But Sarah couldn’t hide the doubt in her voice."
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The Unmasking
Walker coughed as he stirred awake, his throat dry like sandpaper. A dull ache throbbed in the back of his head. He blinked hard. The air was damp, heavy with the scent of earth, mold, and stale sweat. Shadows clung to the curved stone walls around him—he was in a cave. A deep, natural hollow reinforced with old steel beams, their rust flaking like dried blood. A faint dripping sound echoed from somewhere deep in the dark, rhythmic and eternal, like time itself was leaking.He tried to turn his head, but couldn’t. His wrists were strapped tightly to the arms of a metal chair, thick nylon ropes digging into his skin. His legs were bound to the legs of the chair too. Every inch of his body ached from the tension and the cold.Beside him, slumped in another chair, was Riven. His head hung forward, blood drying across his temple. The kid was barely conscious. A thin groan escaped his lips like a weak breath through cracked porcelain.Walker winced and struggled against the ropes. Pain sho
At The Old Cave
The sun had barely begun its descent when Walker stepped out of the crumbling back entrance of the second hideout. The sky above was soft ash grey, clouds moving slow like bruises across an old sky. His breath hung briefly in the air, cold and shallow. His hoodie was drawn tightly over his head, casting a shadow over his eyes.He moved like a shadow himself—silent, fast, but cautious. He couldn’t afford to stay. Not anymore.Riven had escaped. That made it more uncomfortable for him now. Two hideouts compromised. Two sanctuaries turned into graves-in-waiting. He didn’t even look back at the shack. What was the point? The place was tainted.His boots crunched softly against the brittle leaves as he moved toward his truck parked just past the treeline. The body of the vehicle was mud-splattered, dull brown from the terrain. He paused. Eyes scanned the horizon. Left. Right. Over his shoulder. A bird flapped above—he flinched. Nothing else moved.With trembling fingers, he hoisted his bag
The Grip And The Bite
The woods were still. Too still.A cold film of sweat coated Walker’s brow as he crept along the uneven, leaf-blanketed trail behind his second hideout. His boots barely brushed the ground, his breathing shallow, almost silent. Each step was calculated, toes first, then heel, pressing into the soft decay of old pine needles and mud. His hoodie clung to his back, damp with adrenaline. His eyes flicked upward toward the treetops, then sideways to the thickets and bramble-choked underbrush.Riven had limped off in this direction—he was wounded, bleeding, but not broken. The silence was oppressive, the kind that seemed to lean in on him from all sides. No birdsong. No insects. Not even the distant rustle of a squirrel. Just the faint creak of tree limbs swaying, groaning under their own weight. It wasn’t natural. It was the silence of something waiting.Walker knew this terrain—had studied it, mapped it, walked it under moonlight and fog. He was the ghost here. Riven was the intruder. An
Trace My Wife
Oscar’s thumb hovered over the red call button, his hand trembling ever so slightly. The air inside the warehouse was thick—stale, like abandoned grief. He had just ended the call with Peg, his junior colleague, but the weight of what he said pressed into his lungs like wet cement."I want you to trace my wife. Know who she’s talking to and where she goes often."He hadn’t even breathed before hanging up. The words still rang in his ears like the echo of a confession he never wanted to say aloud.He sat still in the wheelchair, the cracked vinyl beneath him creaking with the slightest shift. The steel footrest dug into his heels, reminding him he hadn’t moved in hours. His back throbbed like something rotten had rooted itself in his spine, and the muscles around his hips burned from the strain of sitting too long—trapped between recovery and rage.He adjusted himself slowly, painfully. First a wince, then a grimace. A spasm of pain pulsed across his lower ribs. His left side, the one
Riven Escapes
The room stank of mildew, sweat, and dried blood.A single bulb—yellowed and buzzing—hung from the cracked ceiling, casting a dim, sickly light across the splintered floorboards and faded wallpaper. The scent of wood glue and iron clung to the air like ghosts from a life long abandoned. It had once been a carpenter’s quarters, a place for shaping wood. Now it was Walker’s second hideout—quiet, unseen, deadly. He’d sealed the windows with foam insulation and nailed them shut, then bricked over the back door himself, layer by layer, in the dead of night. No light. No air. No signal.In the center of the room, Riven hung upside down—his body limp, swaying slightly, like meat in a butcher’s freezer.The thick hemp rope looped around the steel-reinforced beam groaned under his weight. His ankles were bruised and raw. Zip ties chewed into his wrists, binding his arms behind his back, shoulders stretched unnaturally. His face had turned an alarming shade of red, veins around his temples bulg
Bring back Riven
The Stone-Faced Man stamped his heavy boots against the concrete floor of the treatment room. The sound ricocheted off the walls like a gunshot."I warned you," he said, dragging the word warned into a deep, groaning rasp that froze the air itself.Dax kept his gaze pinned to the floor, his battered body trembling under blood-stained bandages. Around him, the others sat or slumped against the walls—bruised, broken, humiliated.Six had gone after Walker. Only five had returned—and barely."You’re all worthless," the old man hissed. "Six against one. One... and now you’re five." He spat thickly onto the floor, the glob splattering near Dax’s boot.He stalked closer, the air warping with his rage."What the hell were you thinking—leaving one of your own behind? If your corpses were dragged back to me, I would’ve loved it more."The silence was suffocating. No one dared lift their head."You think he’s gonna mercy Riven? He’s squeezing him dry as we speak—and that one broken link is enoug
The House Divide
Oscar’s wife stared at him for a full minute—really stared—like she was trying to figure out if she even recognized the man sitting in front of her.“Is there something you’re not telling me?” she asked, voice tight.Oscar wasn’t listening.His mind was a thousand miles away, replaying the moment everything went wrong—the night he chased two strangers through the alley behind Ramirez’s safehouse. Strangers who moved like trained shadows.He caught one, slammed him into a wall—but the guy slipped free in his car, and almost snapped Oscar’s temples in the process.Since then, the hunt had never stopped.And Oscar had never told her why.“I’m talking to you, dummy,” she snapped, voice slicing through the silence.Oscar turned his head, half amused. “Did you just call me dummy?”She crossed her arms but didn’t answer. The set of her jaw said enough.“What’s gotten into you?” Oscar muttered, disbelief flickering across his battered face. The woman he married—calm, respectful, patient—was n
"You're Going To Tell Me Everything"
The single bulb above Anita’s head flickered, its weak glow pulsing like a dying heartbeat. It buzzed intermittently, casting long shadows that crawled across the rotting wooden walls of the shed. The air was heavy—damp, stale, and sour with mold. A faint drip echoed in the corner, where rust kissed the steel frame of an old workbench. The place smelled like wet earth and forgotten things.Anita stirred.Her wrists were zip-tied to a rusted metal chair, the plastic biting into her skin. Blood, dry and dark, streaked down her temple from the blow at the club. Her lashes fluttered. She winced at the ache in her skull, the tightness in her arms. For a moment, she didn’t know where she was. Then her gaze found him.Jett stood in the shadows, arms crossed, a statue carved from grief and fury. His face was unreadable. Stone. Cold. A shadow masked half of his features, but his eyes—those eyes—burned.He didn’t speak.Seconds passed. Maybe a minute. The silence thickened, pressing down like f
The Visitors took to their heels
A cough.Low. Wet. Right outside the back fence.Walker froze, still crouched over the false floorboard in the kitchen, where he’d been checking the tension on the tripwire. The wire hummed in his hand.He reached slowly for the blade taped under the sink.Another cough. Then silence.It wasn’t Greg. Greg never came back. Claimed his knees hated stairs. This sound came from the alley behind the thorn wall—a place only someone looking for him would bother with.Walker moved to the window. The boards made no sound; he’d oiled the hinges himself. Through the slats, nothing moved. Just ivy twitching in the wind.Then—click.A soft crunch.Someone just stepped on the pressure plate under the third flagstone.His heart rate spiked. He waited.WHAM!The spring-jaw trap snapped shut with a metal scream.A shout. Muffled. A man’s voice.“Shit! Shit!—”Then silence.Walker grabbed the small mirror on a stick from behind the curtain and angled it through the window gap. What he saw made him curs
