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Evasion Protocol
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2026-09-11 15:19:00
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Claimed By The Steel Pack The Mountain Road
The truck smelled like wet dog, diesel, and old vinyl.Kaelen jammed the floor shifter into four-wheel drive, the gears grinding loud enough to make me wince as we backed out of the shed. The trail wasn't paved, it was just a rough, muddy cut through the trees, full of deep ruts filled with water.Rain hit the windshield hard, and the old wipers barely did anything except smear the mud. The headlights cut two thin, yellow beams into the fog ahead."How far to the border?" I asked, gripping the plastic handle above my door as the truck bounced over a tree root,trying to balance myself."Six miles," Kaelen said, both hands planted on the wheel. He drove through the mess like he knew every turn by heart. "Then four more down into the valley.""What about the two planes?""They'll circle Geneva for twenty minutes waiting for our flight path to show up," he said, keeping his eyes on the trail. "Once they figure out we put the plane down, they'll send people to check the back roads."
Claimed By The Steel Pack Evasion Protocol
The plane banked hard to the left, sending my cold coffee sliding off the table. The mug slammed into the floor, spilling black liquid all over the Apex Capital pages.I grabbed the armrests as gravity pulled us sideways. Outside the window, the grey clouds flickered red every time our wingtip lights flashed."Hold on," Kaelen said.He didn't freak out. He unbuckled his belt, stood up like the floor wasn't leaning at a thirty-degree angle, and walked straight into the cockpit."Alpha!" the copilot called out over the roar of the wind hitting the nose. "Two planes dropped out of the cloud layer behind us. They're trying to force us down toward the water before we reach Swiss airspace!""They know where we're going," Kaelen said, his voice flat. He leaned over the pilot's chair, staring down at the radar screen. "Can you drop under the clouds over the ridge?""Not in this weather," the pilot grunted, wrestling with the wheel as another hit of turbulence rattled the cabin ceiling.
Claimed By The Steel Pack Thirty Thousand Feet
The private jet didn’t feel like a war room. It felt like a high-end hotel lounge cruising through a storm over the Atlantic at four hundred knots.I sat by the oval window, staring down at a cup of black coffee that had gone cold twenty minutes ago. Rain streaked across the glass in long, messy lines, catching the dim cabin lights. On the table in front of me lay three printed pages of the Apex Capital ledger, scribbled over with red highlighter.Kaelen was across from me, his long legs stretched into the aisle. His laptop was open, the screen casting a pale blue light over his face. He was in a dark grey henley with the top buttons undone, looking way too relaxed for a guy whose company was being drained from the inside."You're squinting," he said without looking up."I'm reading," I said, tracing my finger down a column of numbers. "This Apex account didn't just dump money into Bucharest. It pulled four million dollars from a bank in Liechtenstein two days before the police p
Claimed By The Steel Pack The Basement Vault
The holding cell beneath Blackwood Estate smelled like damp concrete, rust, and old sweat.Victor Sterling was zip-tied to a heavy steel chair bolted straight into the foundation. His hair was a mess, and the collar of his expensive shirt was dark with dried blood where Kaelen had snagged him in the boardroom four hours ago.I stood by the doorway, my back flat against the cold cinder block. My knees were still a little shaky from the elevator ride down, but I wasn't going anywhere. If Victor was about to name the people who set up my dad, I wanted to hear every word.Kaelen leaned against a metal table in the middle of the room, arms crossed over his chest. He’d tossed his jacket somewhere down the hall and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, showing off dark bruises and a couple of pale scars on his forearms."Five minutes, Victor," Kaelen said. His voice was low, but it had that heavy, scraping pitch that made my teeth ache. "Then I step out and let Greta handle it."Victor
Claimed By The Steel Pack Shadows and Steel
The emergency backup generators kicked in, throwing a harsh, crimson glare across the dark boardroom. Red warning lights spun along the ceiling, casting long, unnatural shadows across the faces around the table.Panic erupted immediately. Two junior directors scrambled backward, knocking their chairs onto the carpet, while Victor Sterling lunged toward the private elevator bank at the end of the room."Calla, stay behind me," Kaelen commanded.He didn't run. He moved with a terrifying, fluid grace, stepping directly into my line of sight as the heavy glass doors of the boardroom shattered inward with a deafening CRACK.Shards of glass rained over the conference table.Through the dust and red light, three tall figures stepped through the broken doorway. They weren't wearing suits. They wore tactical dark canvas jackets, their movements unnatural, jagged, and impossibly fast. The air instantly thickened with a sharp, sickening metallic odor that made my eyes water."Rogue tracke
Claimed By The Steel Pack The Executive Boardroom
The corporate headquarters of Vance Global Logistics felt entirely different by daylight. What had been a dark, shadowy cavern two nights ago was now a gleaming hive of high-stakes commerce. Men and women in five-thousand-dollar suits glided across polished marble floors, carrying tablet computers and espresso cups, completely oblivious to the supernatural shadow war funding their company's perimeter security.I walked half a step behind Kaelen as we crossed the floor toward Executive Conference Room A.I wore a sharp blazer and trouser, delivered to my suite at Blackwood Estate at dawn, and held a leather document folder tucked under my arm. The electric tension that pulsed between Kaelen and me hadn't faded. Every time his shoulder brushed mine, or his low voice instructed me where to stand, that strange, intoxicating heat flared along my skin."Remember the brief," Kaelen murmured, leaning down slightly so his breath brushed my hair. "You are my chief forensic consultant. You s
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