The police cars in the distance had flashing lights, and Rick knew better than to hope on chance. The authorities approaching didn’t seem to faze the masked attackers closing in, and the steely focus of the masked attackers on him suggested there was more to come. Now, Rick had been backed into too many corners to let his guard down.“Stay low!” Laura and Elvis were barked at by Rick, who pushed them further behind a large tree trunk, his voice a tense whisper. Charles took out his weapon, reloading quickly.Charles looked between the figures coming from the treeline and the far off police cars, and muttered, 'We can't take them all on. They’re not here to negotiate.”Rick gritted his teeth. “They’re here to ensure I don’t walk away from this.”He wasn’t wrong. The men in black were moving efficiently and in unison. These weren't thugs, these were professionals; they were probably sent by one of the many powerful enemies Rick had made while away. There was no shortage of candidates,
Rick gritted his teeth at the rumble of collapsing tunnels, and twisted metal, struggling to pry the door open. Every pull strained his muscles, but the door wouldn’t budge. Dust and debris filled the air, each breath became heavier with each passing minute.“We need to move!” He groaned, pressing his hand on the cut on his forehead. “They can’t hold much longer.”Rick was trembling behind Laura, clutching Elvis to his chest. She looked like she was about to start panicking, the seriousness of the situation weighing in on her eyes.Rick tried to force a calm expression and turned to them. “Stay with me. Always, there’s another way out.”Doubt crept into his mind even while he said it. The tunnels had been compromised far worse than he’d expected, and the attackers had them cornered. They knew every inch of the estate’s hidden pathways, whoever was behind this. No, they weren’t just random destruction—they wanted him and his family dead.Charles wincing as he pushed himself up, said, '
As Rick, Laura, Elvis, and Charles continued in the underground chambers, there were a thousand thoughts running through Rick's mind. It was well beyond a family dispute; it was an attack on their lives. It wasn’t just the Eldwolf family’s greed. But there were large forces behind it that didn't want to be fully seen, waiting for the right time to take their shot.Everybody could hear it, their hearts pounded with every step as Laura held Elvis close. Rick’s face remained stone-like, determined.The weight of all the secrets was pressing down on all of them and they had to get out—now.Charles whispered, his voice just as raspy as his wounds. He pointed at an unmarked passage at the far end of the chamber. “Behind here is a hidden exit. In the city’s early days, it was used for smuggling. I hope it’ll get us out safely."His instincts were screaming that something wasn’t right but Rick nodded. The air was so tense one almost couldn't breathe, the halls were way too quiet. He knew they
Rick stood wide eyed, staring at the figure in front of him, his mind in a rush. He shivered as he heard the familiar voice. The dust had settled and the dim light from the tunnel flickered, revealing the person’s face.Jackson Farrow was a man Rick hadn’t seen in over a decade, a man Rick had trusted once, but who had simply disappeared without a trace before Rick’s life went into hell.He was older now, but his eyes were still sharp. Facing Rick,he raised his arms in gesture of peace, but Rick was still so coiled for a fight. However, he stepped back.Rick muttered, his grip tightening on the metal rod he was still holding."You’ve got to be kidding me. What the fuck have you been doing? And why are you here now?"There was no humor in Jackson’s expression, but he smirked. “I thought I’d be the last person you’d expect to see, but you don’t have time to wonder about my motives, Rick. You and your family are in grave danger. I’m here to help."Rick’s mind raced and his eyes narrowed.
The room was filled with tmmasked intruders with lethal precision. They stepped out, raised their guns, and spread their eyes out to cover every corner. Rick clamped the chair so tightly in his hand that his knuckles turned white; he turned his eyes back and forth, looking at the invaders, calculating where and how they would attack.Laura clung to Elvis, her back against the wall. Charles stood in front of them, prepared to take a bullet for them. But Jackson was calm, his eyes on the situation, reading the layout as if it were laid out before him.Rick moved first.Swinging the chair at the nearest attacker, he hit the man’s shoulder with it. The man went down sideways, before Rick could finish him off, two more came to him, moving fast, trained motions. One of them fired, and the bullet just missed his head as it embedded itself into the wall.“Stay down!” Laura crouched, shielding Elvis with her body and Rick shouted at her.Behind the nearest attacker, Jackson moved next, slippin
Again, the door broke open, and masked figures poured into the room. This time, Rick was ready. On instinct, his body moved, grabbing the nearest thing—a heavy vase—and throwing it at the first man through the door. The intruder staggered backward and more were rushing in behind him."Move!" He pulled his gun and yelled, shoving Laura and Elvis behind him. Three rapid shots, each hit its mark, he fired.Another man fell back, clutching his leg, and two men dropped to the floor.Another attacker swung around and threw his shoulder into Rick, knocking him off balance. Rick saw his chance, and slammed his fist into the guy’s stomach. Rick managed to get his gun and the attacker doubled over in pain. The fight was crazy, but Rick had spent years in prison learning how to handle crazy. He had to.Laura crouched, arms around Elvis who trembled in fear. Her eyes stayed on Rick as she saw him fight their enemies. Fear had no place, there was only survival.Slick as a shadow, Jackson got in be
The boarded up windows let in early morning light, long shadows cast on the dusty floor of the abandoned building. Rick hadn’t slept. His mind was too busy thinking of their next steps. He took a glance over at Laura and Elvis who had been curled up on an old pile of blankets in the corner, exhausted from the nights events.Rick’s muscles were coiled, like springs. The quiet felt wrong. He didn’t trust it. It was too still, as if something was just out of their grasp. The weight of everything pressed down on him and he rubbed his temples. The faceless enemy hunting them, undertaking black markets, betrayals, the Eldwolf family, Wyndon, the hotel. He needed to keep his family safe, but the questions ate at him, how much longer could they run?Rick heard a faint sound outside. Footsteps. He got up and walked silently toward the window to look out onto the street. He watched as a familiar figure walked towards the building, purposefully. Jackson.Rick’s gun tightened around his grip. Jac
Its dark windows hid the atmosphere within the black sedan, gliding through the streets. In the back, Rick sat, eyes forward, mind sharp and alert. Jackson was driving, his face unreadable, with Laura at his side, holding Rick's knee for reassurance. It was cold and quiet and indifferent and far away from the city outside, quiet and indifferent and far away from the brewing storm Rick found himself at the heart of."Are you sure about this?" Her voice trembled slightly as she whispered. "Is Hartman really to be trusted... this Hartman?"His face hard, Rick turned to her. "Nobody in this business, Laura, I don't trust anyone. We don’t have much of a choice right now, however. We need allies—dangerous or not—Wyndon’s closing in."The driver’s seat cleared its throat, Jackson. "Hartman’s not an ally, Rick. He’s a tool. We use him to hurt Wyndon and then get out. No strings attached."His eyes narrowed as they approached the industrial district where the meeting was to be held, and he nod