Chapter 51 - Strained Breakfast 

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• The Devil's Game   Chapter 120 - A New Start

  The Wendell agents must have parked it for extraction—either for the handler or for Eleanor. It didn’t matter. Luck, finally, had dealt him a single card.He half-carried Ayra to the car, every step jarring his stabbed arm. When he got to the door, he yanked it open with one hand and slumped her into the backseat, her limp body settling with a thud that made him wince. He climbed into the front, hotwired the engine in seconds, and the vehicle snarled awake.Dust exploded beneath the tires as Lucian pulled away, the SUV tearing across the cracked remnants of a forgotten service road. The sun was already melting into the horizon, casting long shadows that danced with their flight.Ayra stirred in the backseat. Her head shifted, her lips moved."Lucian…?"His hands tightened on the wheel. He glanced into the rearview mirror and saw her eyes, half-lidded, barely tracking movement."You’re safe now," he said quietly. "Just breathe.""Where…" she whispered, "where are we...?""Far from them.

• The Devil's Game   Chapter 119 - Getting to Ayra

  The desert wind had shifted.Lucian’s vehicle skidded to a stop just outside the rusted gates of the derelict train station, its tires grinding against sand-coated gravel. He stepped out into a world tense with silence, every instinct on edge. His boots hit the cracked concrete platform in hard, deliberate strides. He didn’t wait for backup.The air was thick with the ghost of engine exhaust. Something had moved here—recently. And fast.Lucian stepped through the archway into the main station hall just in time to hear the faintest echo of movement.Then came the unmistakable *click* of a gun safety being disengaged.He dove sideways, just as the first shot rang out. Plaster exploded from the wall behind him.“Ambush!” he shouted into his comm, though the signal was already being jammed.From behind crates and broken turnstiles, Wendell agents opened fire. Tactical, swift, silent. Lucian moved like a predator uncaged. His pistol barked once—twice—and a shadow dropped. Another lunged a

• The Devil's Game   Chapter 118 - A Done Deal

  An hour later Lucian and Lisbeth pulled up beside a large van parked beneath a rocky outcropping. It was Lisbeth's and was obviously a mobile tech unit. How exactly she had managed to get something like that out here in such short notice was anyone's guess but then again she was a Russo. She had learnt from the best. The desert heat radiated off the sand like a second sun, burning through tires and patience. Lisbeth leaned over the control terminal inside her mobile unit, fingers flying across the keyboard. Lucian stood nearby, silent but tense. His sharp eyes tracked her every move as she requested access to a military-grade satellite system through a hidden backdoor."You have five minutes before they notice this breach," he warned her tightly."I'll only need three," she replied, jaw set, focus narrowed.Lisbeth had never been this involved in a live operation before, not since the academy, but desperation sharpened her intuition. Lines of encrypted code scrolled past. Her algori

• The Devil's Game   Chapter 117 - The Dust and the Deadlock

  The desert stretched like a parched tongue across the horizon, its grains catching fire beneath the punishing sun. Lucian's car tore down the asphalt with blistering urgency, its wheels devouring the road like predators locked onto a scent. He barely noticed the ache in his knuckles from gripping the steering wheel or the sharp hum of the radio static as Nico's voice crackled in and out. Every mile mattered. Every second was a heartbeat he couldn't spare.Then, a shimmer ahead. A flash of silver in the middle of the highway.Lucian's eyes narrowed. His foot eased off the gas.A black luxury sedan slid into the center of the road with a graceful aggression. It stopped clean, perpendicular, forming a blockade. The doors flew open, and Lisbeth Russo stepped out, crisp suit blowing in the wind, one hand raised as if to halt a war.Lucian's tires screeched as he stopped.He stepped out, boots crunching on gravel. "Lisbeth. Move the car.""You don't give the orders today, Lucian," she said

• The Devil's Game   Chapter 116 - The Safehouse Trap

  Fifteen minutes later, the black Land Rover crested a ridge. Nico scanned the terrain with a scope. A trail of tire treads weaved through the gravel, freshly marked."Got you," he muttered.---In the Audi, Eleanor's phone buzzed. She read the message, her jaw tightening."We may need to change the drop point," she told the driver. "If they catch on..."Ayra stirred again. Her lips finally moved. "Where... are we...?"Eleanor glanced over. "Still with me, pet? You're not supposed to be."Her tone had lost all pretense."You’re going somewhere nice. Somewhere they'll never find you. Think of it as... a long vacation."Ayra tried to move her arms. The straps held.She despaired, knowing no one was coming for her. ---Twenty minutes later, the mountain air crackled with incoming vehicles. Nico signaled for a wide flank.But when they reached the convoy—they found only the decoy car. Empty. Clean.The woman inside wasn’t Ayra.Nico stepped out, breathing hard."Nothing?" asked one of the

• The Devil's Game   Chapter 115 - The Decoy

  She pulled into the side of a high-security warehouse moments later. No logos. No guards in sight. But cameras tracked her every move.As she stepped out, her coat billowed in the wind like a cloak. Her heels clicked against the pavement, each step punctuated with purpose. She entered the warehouse, where a digital display on the far wall lit up with maps, camera feeds, and heat signatures.A tall, wiry man with silver-rimmed glasses turned. "We activated the trackers. Eleanor’s burner pinged an untraceable satellite. Military grade."Lisbeth's mouth twitched. "Of course it did. Get the trajectory. Calculate a 10km radius of her last known exit point.""Already working on it."She faced the screen, her arms crossed."She’s not stupid," she muttered. "She knew we’d watch her. So why be so blatant?""Because she wanted to be seen," said another analyst. "A show of confidence. Or a decoy.""Then find the real trail. Use Ayra’s biometrics. Voice imprint. Heat profile. Anything. She couldn