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Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Seven
The helicopter lifted off just as the first streaks of dawn began to thin the night, the wind whipping Elise’s hair back against her helmet. She kept one hand braced against the frame and the other steady on Heinrich’s arm as the aircraft rose, the warehouse shrinking into a dark smudge below them. Only when the coastline dissolved into cloud did her shoulders finally loosen.Heinrich sagged into the seat, exhausted but conscious, his breath shallow yet even. Lukas sat opposite him, knees planted wide for balance, watching every flicker of movement in the older man’s face like he was afraid to look away.“You did well,” Heinrich said hoarsely after a long stretch of silence. His voice barely carried over the roar of the rotors.Lukas shook his head. “You shouldn’t have been there at all.”A faint smile tugged at Heinrich’s mouth. “You always were bad at accepting other people’s sacrifices.”Elise felt the tension ripple between them, old history resurfacing in the cramped cabin. She a
Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Six
The helicopter cut through the low cloud cover like a blade, rotors hammering the air as Denmark’s coastline emerged beneath them—dark water, pale sand, and long stretches of nothing that felt deliberately empty. Elise watched the land come into focus through the side window, her reflection faint against the glass. The closer they drew, the quieter she became, not from fear but from concentration. Every sense sharpened when the margins for error disappeared.Lukas sat beside her, one hand braced against the frame, the other steady on his knee. He hadn’t spoken since takeoff. He didn’t need to. The stillness in him wasn’t hesitation; it was control. The kind that came from knowing exactly what he intended to do and accepting the cost of it.The pilot’s voice crackled through the headset. “Two kilometers south. Setting down in ninety seconds.”Caleb leaned forward, checking his weapon one last time. Margot adjusted her earpiece, already synced to Maya’s feed. The cabin smelled faintly o
Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Five
The war room inside Lukas’s house wasn’t large, but it felt alive the moment the team assembled—screens lighting up, tactical panels glowing, comm-lines opening across encrypted channels. The entire atmosphere shifted from defensive tension to coordinated, sharpened purpose.Elise stood beside Lukas at the central table, watching as trajectories, archived footage, geographic overlays and Berg’s known movement patterns flickered across the monitors. The house—his grandfather’s estate—had never seen anything like this level of command intensity. It almost vibrated with it.Caleb paced at the far end, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the frozen image of Otto in the Rotterdam footage. Maya was already typing furiously at her console, breaking down the jammer Berg’s intruder had left behind. Margot arrived last, storming in through the side door, hair still damp from the cold air outside.“The perimeter’s clean,” she announced. “But they were close this time. Too close.”Lukas didn’t look up. “The
Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Four
The house felt different the moment Lukas stepped outside.Not unsafe—he would never allow that—but altered. As if the threat had seeped beneath the doorframes during the night and settled there, patient and waiting. The air carried an edge now, a tightness that made every instinct in him sharpen.Caleb, Maya, and two of Lukas’s security men stood near the outer fence, studying the patch of ground where the intruder had crouched. The grass was bent, the soil disturbed, footprints faint but visible.Elise walked beside Lukas, her coat pulled tighter around her against the morning chill. She looked alert, uneasy—but not fragile. She had too much fire in her for that.“What did he leave?” Elise asked quietly.Caleb pointed to the ground. “We think it’s a signal jammer. Designed to suppress a specific set of surveillance frequencies—just long enough to slip through.”Lukas crouched and scanned the dirt himself. “Where is it now?”“In the lab,” Maya answered. “We’re breaking it down.”Elis
Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Three
Lukas didn’t sleep.He lay awake on the edge of Elise’s bed long after her breathing settled, long after the windows turned silver with the early creep of dawn. Her hand rested over his ribs, fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt like she still wasn’t entirely convinced he’d stay.He wasn’t sure either.When the morning finally pushed its way into the room, Elise stirred first. She blinked, slow and fogged with sleep, then focused on him. Her hair was a soft mess, her voice even softer.“You didn’t rest.”“I rested enough,” he said, though the weight behind his eyes told the truth.Elise pushed herself up on an elbow, studying him like she was trying to solve a problem she didn’t have all the pieces for. “You’re thinking about yesterday.”He almost laughed. Yesterday. As if it were only yesterday—everything that had snapped, burned, shifted beneath his feet all at once.“Thinking about everything,” he corrected.She hesitated, then laid her hand on his cheek. Her thumb brushed a
Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Two
The room shifted the moment Lukas spoke. His voice wasn’t raised, but it carried a weight that pulled everyone into motion. Elise felt it like a shock through her bloodstream. The air in the underground archive was still cold, still thick with the hum of dormant machines, but the atmosphere had changed entirely—no more searching, no more uncovering. Now it was about surviving whatever came next.Elise didn’t hesitate. She turned, pushing past the metal racks and frost-coated crates. Her shoulder brushed a hanging cable, and she barely registered the sting of cold against her skin. Aden was already at the far end of the chamber, checking oxygen levels on the emergency tanks. Elise didn’t call out; she just walked straight to him, grabbed his arm, and said quietly, “We’re moving. Now.”Aden looked up at her, saw the urgency in her face, and nodded. “Where’s Lukas?”“Coordinating extraction,” she said. “Andra’s warning wasn’t just a rumor. Berg’s coming.”Aden shut the tank valve with a
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