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The shadow in the hospital Into the Tunnels
The utility tunnel stretched out before them, a dark, damp corridor with pipes running along the ceiling and walls. Water dripped from rusted joints, and their footsteps echoed in the confined space. Walker led the way, his flashlight cutting through the thick shadows, with Sarah and Elizabeth close behind."Jett, how far to the exit?" Walker’s voice was a whisper, barely audible over the dripping water.Jett’s reply crackled through the earpiece. "About three hundred meters. The exit leads into an industrial park. There should be a service hatch on your right."Walker moved with a hunter’s caution, his eyes scanning every corner, every shadow. Elizabeth clung to Sarah, her small frame tense with fear. Sarah kept a steady hand on the girl’s shoulder, her own nerves barely under control.A sudden noise stopped them cold. A metallic clank, followed by the low rumble of machinery. Walker motioned for them to stay back. He crouched low, moving forward silently until he reached a bend in
The shadow in the hospital A New Ally
Walker led Sarah and Elizabeth through the maze-like tunnels, their footsteps muffled by the damp concrete floor. The air was heavy with the smell of rust and mildew, but as they pressed forward, a subtle shift brought a hint of freshness. It was a promise of an exit, a reminder that the surface—and freedom—might not be far off.The narrow passage opened into a wider chamber. The room was a graveyard of old machinery, its hulking shapes swallowed by shadows. Piles of tools lay scattered, their metal dulled by age, and the walls bore the scars of decades-old graffiti. Walker slowed, his flashlight casting long, jittery beams. His senses were sharp, every nerve on edge.Then, a movement.A figure slipped into the edge of the light, hands raised in a slow, deliberate gesture of surrender. The man looked rough around the edges—hair unkempt, clothes rumpled—but his eyes were keen, darting between them with the alertness of someone used to danger."Don’t shoot," he said, his voice measured,
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
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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
The Safehouse Isn’t Safe
The ride was quiet, but not peaceful.The kind of silence that clings to your skin. The kind that knows how to wait.Oscar leaned back in the passenger seat, jaw clenched, a cold sheen of sweat collecting on his temples. Every bump in the road jarred his broken ribs, lighting fires under his skin. His shirt clung to his torso, damp with blood that refused to clot. He didn’t complain. Didn’t groan. The pain reminded him he was still alive—for now.His wife gripped the steering wheel like it was a lifeline. Her eyes danced between mirrors—rearview, side, dash cam—never resting, never blinking too long. The way she drove, it wasn’t just focus. It was fear disguised as control.She hadn’t spoken since they left the clinic.She didn’t need to.They couldn’t go home. Couldn’t risk her sister’s house. Couldn’t hide in a hotel, not even under a fake name. Whoever was after them wasn’t tailing—they were tracking. With precision. With intent. Like wolves trained by men who’d seen war.Oscar kne
The Subtle Fortress
The rain had just stopped when Walker stepped off the train and into the quiet edge of the Bronx suburbs. Not the heart of New York—too loud, too watched. Here, people minded their business. And if they didn’t, he’d give them a reason to.He walked with a duffel bag over his shoulder, the only sound his boots slapping damp concrete. Three blocks in, he saw the apartment. Weathered brick. Ivy curling up the sides like it was trying to pull it back into the earth. Two floors. Back alley. Narrow front. It was perfect.A sign in the dusty window read: Room For Lease. No Pets. No Nonsense.He knocked once. Waited.The door opened a crack. One gray eye peered through. Then it opened wider.Old man. Mid-seventies. Flannel shirt, suspenders, the scent of wood shavings clinging to him like perfume.“You lost, son?” the man asked.Walker didn’t smile. “Looking to rent. Short term. You Greg?”The man nodded. “Might be.”“I’ll pay three months upfront. Quiet. No visitors. I just need space.”G
PENTHOUSE–FORTY-THIRD Floor
Penthouse, 2:17 A.M.Outside, Manhattan pulsed—wet streets, blinking signs, garbage trucks grinding somewhere far below. Inside, the hallway outside the main chamber felt like a mausoleum—quiet, cold, and waiting.Riven leaned against the wall, fidgeting with a lighter he didn’t know how to use. “You think he ever sleeps?”Dax didn’t look up from his phone. “The boss?”“No, Santa Claus.”Dax’s mouth twitched—almost a smile. “If you gotta ask, you’re not ready to meet him.”Riven glanced at the thick steel double doors ahead. “Think he’ll like me?”Dax finally looked over. “No.”Riven paused. “What if I brought donuts?”Now Dax did smile—barely. “He doesn’t eat sugar. Says it fogs the kill switch.”“What’s the kill switch?”Dax tapped his chest. “The moment you hesitate.”Before Riven could reply, the doors clicked open on their own. No creak. Just smooth, mechanical surrender.“Guess that’s our cue,” Dax said, already walking.Inside the Domain.It felt more like a fortress than a hom