The Most Wanted ManI used to think I knew what it felt like to be hunted. That was before Julian turned me into the country’s number one target.Now, my face is plastered across every screen, every news outlet branding me a traitor, a rogue operative who turned his back on the very nation I swore to protect. A kill-on-sight order. No trial. No chance for redemption. Just a death sentence signed by the government I once bled for.Riley and I barely made it out of the last ambush. It wasn’t just another mission gone wrong—it was personal. They knew our escape routes, our safehouses, our fallback plans. Every step we took was anticipated. Every door we tried to open was already locked. Julian wasn’t just trying to take me out; he was dismantling my entire existence, erasing any possibility of fighting back.But he made one mistake.He underestimated what happens when a man has nothing left to lose.---We crouched behind an overturned truck in the middle of an abandoned gas station, our

The Prison BreakThe rain hit the tarmac in relentless sheets, washing away the last traces of moonlight as Riley and I crouched behind a rusted-out cargo container. Ironhold loomed ahead—a fortress of steel and concrete buried in the heart of nowhere, its walls lined with motion detectors and watchtowers.I adjusted my earpiece. “Silas better be worth this.”Riley shot me a look. “A legendary hacker who knows The Oath’s deepest secrets? Yeah, I’d say he’s worth it.”I exhaled, steadying my nerves. We’d broken into high-security facilities before, but Ironhold was different. A black-site prison where people went in and never came out. A place so off-the-books, even its shadows had secrets. And tonight, we were breaking someone out.Riley tapped her wrist device, disabling the outer perimeter sensors for exactly ninety seconds. “Go.”We moved fast, low to the ground. The side gate had a biometric lock, but I had something better—an override spike Julian’s team had stolen months ago. I

The Public GambitI shouldn’t be here. I know that the second I step into the Grand Meridian, where Julian is set to give his grand speech. But knowing and acting on it are two different things.The room is a sea of wealth and power—government officials, corporate giants, journalists—everyone who has a stake in Julian’s web of influence. A massive screen behind him flickers with images of progress, of control masked as peace. His voice carries smoothly through the hall, dripping with the kind of charisma that makes people trust monsters.I slip through the crowd, the weight of my plan pressing down on me like a second skin. This is it. The moment I set fire to everything Julian built. The moment I rip the mask off in front of the whole world.I press the small transmitter in my ear. “Riley, I’m in.”Static. Then her voice, tight with urgency. “Make it count.”I take a breath, steadying the storm inside me. My hands itch with anticipation. I climb the steps to the main platform, and fo

The Underground FortressThe air was thick with the scent of oil and cold steel. My boots barely made a sound as I moved through the dimly lit corridors, pressing against the concrete walls, my gun raised. The Oath’s headquarters was a fortress buried beneath the city—a labyrinth of tunnels, security checkpoints, and death traps. And Riley was here.I took down the first guard with a swift chokehold, lowering his unconscious body to the floor without a sound. The second never saw me coming—I slammed his head into the wall, feeling the crunch of bone beneath my palm. My pulse hammered, my focus razor-sharp. I didn’t have the luxury of hesitation.As I moved deeper, the fluorescent lights flickered, casting long shadows along the walls. I counted the cameras, the motion sensors, the pressure plates. The Oath didn’t just want to keep people out—they wanted to keep their prisoners in.Riley.The thought of her—alone, trapped, waiting—ignited something vicious in my chest. My fingers tight

The Hunt for JulianThe air reeked of decay. An abandoned city, hollowed out by time, loomed before me—its skeletal buildings stretching into the night like forgotten memories. Julian was here. I could feel it in my bones. The Oath was crippled, but like any wounded beast, it wasn’t dead yet. And Julian? He was the kind of man who always had a contingency plan.I tightened my grip on my gun, my heartbeat steady but charged, a silent drum beneath my ribs. The streets were eerily quiet, save for the occasional whistle of wind slipping through cracked windows and rusted street signs. My boots crunched against shattered glass and loose gravel as I advanced, each step calculated, every nerve in my body on edge.Julian wasn’t just a loose end. He was the architect of chaos, the man who had turned betrayal into an art form. I had spent years chasing ghosts, unraveling his web of deceit, and every time I thought I had him cornered, he slipped away like smoke through my fingers. Not this time.