As Marcus approached the bioweapon, the air thick with tension, he felt a presence behind him. He turned to see a high-ranking official, Colonel Hayes, stepping forward in a sleek combat suit, a smug grin plastered across his face.“Surprised to see me, Marcus?” Hayes said, his voice dripping with condescension. “I suppose you thought you could just waltz in here and take down our operation.”“What the hell is going on, Hayes?” Marcus shot back, keeping his weapon trained on him. “You’re the one behind this?”“Of course,” Hayes replied, a chuckle escaping his lips. “Did you really think your little mission was an accident? No, this was all carefully orchestrated to eliminate threats like you.”Evelyn stepped closer to Marcus, her eyes narrowed. “You set him up? You’re the reason he was dishonorably discharged?”“Precisely,” Hayes said, folding his arms. “You were becoming too much of a liability. A soldier with a conscience? How quaint.”“You’re using soldiers as pawns in a twisted ga
As they raced away from the explosion, Marcus could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins. “We need a plan,” he said, glancing at Evelyn, whose eyes were sharp with determination.“First, we gather evidence,” she replied, her mind working quickly. “If we can hack into their systems, we can expose Hayes and his entire operation.”“Fidelity would be perfect for that,” Marcus agreed. “But we need a secure location. Somewhere they can’t trace us.”“Let’s head to the old warehouse by the docks,” Evelyn suggested. “It’s off the grid and has been abandoned for years. No one would think to look for us there.”“Good call,” Marcus replied, turning the car toward the docks. The streets were slick with rain, and he navigated the corners with precision. “We’ll regroup, plan our next move, and get the evidence we need.”As they approached the warehouse, the atmosphere shifted. The eerie silence was palpable, broken only by the sound of their tires on the gravel. Marcus parked in the shadow
As the SUV sped through the rain-drenched streets, tension hung thick in the air. Marcus glanced back, half-expecting to see the black SUV chasing them. “Are we clear?” he asked, his voice tight.“Not yet,” Trask replied, his eyes focused on the road. “We need to lose them first. Hayes has too many eyes out here.”Evelyn leaned forward, scanning their surroundings. “We should split up. If they’re tracking us, it might buy us some time.”Marcus shook his head. “No way. We stick together. We need to regroup and plan our next move.”Trask turned a corner sharply, tires screeching. “I know a back route. It’ll take longer, but it’s less likely to be monitored.”“Do it,” Marcus said, feeling a mix of urgency and unease.As they sped through the dark streets, the rain poured relentlessly, obscuring their vision. “Any idea what Hayes is planning?” Evelyn asked, her brow furrowed.“Just the usual—illegal bioweapons, power plays, manipulation,” Marcus replied, his mind racing. “But the depth of
“Look at you, Marcus,” the official sneered, circling him like a predator. “A fallen soldier reduced to nothing. You think you can stop what’s already in motion?”“Nothing is in motion that I can’t stop,” Marcus shot back, his fists clenched at his sides.The official lunged forward, throwing a punch that Marcus narrowly dodged. “You think you’re still a hero? You’re just a washed-up has-been!”“Better a has-been than a coward hiding behind a desk,” Marcus replied, pivoting to land a kick to the official’s side.The man grunted but quickly recovered, grabbing Marcus’s arm and twisting it behind his back. “You’re strong, I’ll give you that. But strength won’t save you now!”Marcus shifted his weight, breaking free from the hold. “You underestimate me. You’ll regret this.”With a swift motion, he turned and aimed a punch at the official’s jaw. It connected, sending him staggering back. “Regret? I thrive on it!” the official spat, wiping blood from his mouth.“Then you’ll love what’s com
The soldiers crashed into the warehouse, weapons drawn. “Search the place!” one of them barked, scanning the shadows. “Marcus, we need to move!” Trask urged, glancing toward the back exit.“Not without answers,” Marcus insisted, keeping his eyes on the official.The official smirked, trying to maintain some composure. “You think you can intimidate me? You’re already outnumbered.”“Outnumbered doesn’t mean outmatched,” Trask shot back, taking a defensive position. “We have to be smart about this.”“Smart?” the official laughed. “You’re both fools. You have no idea what you’re up against.”“Then tell us!” Marcus shouted, stepping closer, ready to press him further.“Enough games!” Trask snapped, his gun aimed at the entrance. “We need to get out of here before they find us!”“Let me handle this,” Marcus said, determined. “What’s your plan for the bioweapon?”The official narrowed his eyes. “You really think I’m going to give you my plans? You’re wasting your breath.”“Then let’s make t
Marcus and his team barely made it out alive. The ground shook beneath their feet as the base was consumed by a massive explosion, taking the bioweapon and all evidence of the conspiracy with it. The team, exhausted and bruised, sat in the military helicopter, flying away from the destruction. The air was thick with tension, each of them silently processing how close they had come to death.Marcus looked out of the window, his eyes still on the smoke rising from the explosion in the distance. "That was too damn close. Everyone accounted for?"Cole, sitting next to him, checked their crew. "Yeah, we're all here. Barely made it... but we’re alive. I don’t know how we survived that."Jaxon groaned from the back, holding his side. "I wouldn’t say we’re exactly ‘alive,’ Cole. Pretty sure I’ve got a few broken ribs.""Hang in there," Marcus said, turning to Jaxon. "We’ll get you patched up soon."Cole chuckled nervously. "You always say that, but we keep coming out of this more broken than
The wind howled through the dilapidated airstrip as the team regrouped after the comms call from HQ. Marcus's brow furrowed, the weight of betrayal settling heavily on him."Marcus, we can't stay here much longer," Jaxon said, scanning the horizon. "They'll know we're out here.""I know," Marcus replied, pacing. "But we need a plan first."Eva leaned against the helicopter, arms crossed. "We need to think strategically. They’ll be tracking our movements."Cole nodded. "So, what’s the play? We can’t just sit and wait for them to come for us."Marcus stopped pacing, turning to face his team. "We split up, like we discussed. But it’s not just about escaping. We need to gather intel on who’s really behind this.""Agreed," Eva said, her eyes sharp. "I can set up surveillance in the north. There’s a safe house I can reach before nightfall."Jaxon grimaced. "And what if they’ve already compromised that location?""We have to take that risk," Marcus stated firmly. "We need to find out who’s p
The cold night air whipped through the trees as Eva pushed herself faster, her heart thudding in her chest. Her comm buzzed again, Marcus’s voice low and urgent."Eva, what’s your status? We’ve got movement down here.""I’m on my way," she panted. "I’ve got the evidence, Marcus. This is bigger than any of us thought.""How much bigger?" Marcus’s voice was tense, betraying the weight of the situation."Catastrophic," she replied grimly. "Meet me at the old warehouse. We need to move, now.""Understood. Keep your head down," Marcus responded, cutting the line.Eva’s mind raced as she maneuvered through the forest, avoiding well-lit paths. If Carter’s intel was right, they were all walking targets, and time was slipping away faster than she could run.Marcus crouched behind a large rock, peering through the scope of his rifle. He scanned the area below, where a convoy of military-grade vehicles crept along the narrow dirt road. Jaxon and Cole were flanking him, setting up a makeshift tra