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CHAPTER 678
The air in the clearing was thick, not just with the scent of wet pine and drifting smoke, but with a suffocating history. Lottie’s hands, usually steady when survival stripped her bare, began to tremble. It wasn’t the cold. It was the way Sorsha looked at her with that same mocking, older-sister pity that had shadowed Lottie’s entire childhood.Sorsha took a slow, predatory step forward, the muzzle of her sniper rifle unwavering from Tedmond’s chest, yet her eyes never left Lottie."Look at you, Lottie," Sorsha purred, her voice silk over a razor. "Shaking. Covered in mud. Playing soldier for a man who doesn’t even know your middle name. Do you really think this makes you ‘brave’? You’re just a runaway pretending the leash isn’t still there.""Shut up, Sorsha," Lottie hissed, but the crack in her voice betrayed her."I’m the only one who ever looked out for you," Sorsha continued, her amethyst eyes softening into a poisonous, fake warmth. "When you failed the initiation at the Aca
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Tedmond spun, his suppressed pistol rising in a blurred arc. Out of the darkness, Molly Webb emerged, her clothes torn, her face a mask of frantic terror. She froze, staring at the two armed strangers.Her gaze locked onto Tedmond’s, and for a heartbeat, the fear seemed to melt into a profound, shimmering shock. She staggered a step forward, breath catching in her throat.Her eyes traveled over the sharp line of his jaw, the intensity of his gaze, and the quiet, iron-willed strength in his posture."Oh," she whispered, voice trembling with more than just fear. "You look… you look just like her. The eyes. The way you carry the world on your shoulders."She lifted a hand, almost brushing his sleeve, then pulled it back as if he were a mirage."Are you with the woman? The one who stayed behind? The one who told me my life mattered as much as hers?"Tedmond felt a rare, sharp ache in his chest, a sudden, piercing connection to the mother he was so close to losing. "I’m her son," he sai
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"They’re moving the Anchor," Tedmond hissed. "If that van leaves, we lose the only link to where they’ve hidden my mother."Marek glanced from the van to the gate. "We can’t do both, Boss. Hit the van, we lose the purge inside. Hit the gate, the van disappears into the Syndicate’s black-site network forever."Tedmond stared at the screen, the weight of the Washington legacy pressing down on him. The siren continued to wail, a countdown to a massacre."We aren’t choosing," Tedmond said, eyes burning with terrifying clarity. "Marek, take the heavy rifle. Blow the tires on that van from here. Lottie, follow me. We’re going over the fence."The siren’s wail grew sharper, a jagged strobe of sound marking the final stages of the Oakhaven purge. Below them, the facility churned like a hive of panicked motion."Distance to the transport van: eight hundred yards," Marek whispered, dropping onto one knee and unfolding the bipod of his heavy anti-materiel rifle. The weapon looked more like i
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Tedmond thought about it. He wasn’t sure if it would work, but there was no point telling Lottie; she might get so terrified she’d do something worse."The fire will be a decoy," Tedmond explained, his hands moving with precision as he stripped the emergency flares from the SUV’s side panel. "By the time they realize we aren’t huddled around the wreckage, we’ll be at the fence line. It’s a Washington play: if you can’t hide the fire, make it so big they can’t see anything else."Marek grunted in grim approval, hauling a massive pack over his broad shoulders. He looked like a mountain of tactical gear and muscle."I like it. Burn the bridge, burn the boat. No way home but forward."Lottie took one last look at the induction burner and the half-empty pot of noodles. A small, sad smile touched her lips before she hardened her expression and shouldered her pack. She moved to the rear of the vehicle, helping Marek pull out the last of the thermal blankets and long-range scanners."Lotti
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The silence beneath the bridge was short-lived. Just as the SUV’s engine settled into a low, submerged hum, a rhythmic sound cut through the gloom.Clack.Clack.Clack.The echoes bounced off the massive concrete pillars."Rappels," Marek hissed, killing the interior lights. "They aren’t waiting for us to come to them. They’re coming down."Through the cracked sunroof, Tedmond saw them: four dark silhouettes descending rapidly on high-speed cables, like spiders dropping from a ceiling. Vanguard’s elite, clad in matte-black tactical gear and gas masks, were almost inhuman in the dim light."Marek, the bank! Get us onto solid ground, or we’re sitting ducks!" Tedmond ordered, reaching for the heavy assault rifle clipped to the ceiling."I’m trying, but the silt is like vacuum-packed grease!" Marek roared, tires spinning and throwing plumes of black river water against the bridge supports.The first Vanguard soldier hit the roof with a bone-jarring thud. A second later, a combat knife
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The tires screamed as Marek hurled the heavy SUV into a sharp turn, diving off the smooth interstate onto a jagged, unlit service road. The transition was brutal, the vehicle’s high-tech suspension fighting against loose gravel and rain-filled potholes."Hold onto your noodles," Marek grunted, massive arms flexing as he wrestled the steering wheel.Lottie didn’t complain. The induction burner was already stowed. She checked the slide on her submachine gun with calm efficiency. "That officer back there," she said, voice tight. "He wasn’t just checking our plates. He was looking at me. Not like a cop looks at a suspect, like a man looks at a ghost."Tedmond leaned forward, eyes locked on the navigation screen as it recalculated their route through the backroads. "What does that mean, Lottie?""It means," she whispered, "that if the Syndicate is using my old file to track us, they aren’t just hunting the Washingtons anymore. They’re hunting a traitor. And traitors don’t get 'process
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