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Chapter 40: The Long Night
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2026-03-29 21:15:55
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The run down the mountain was a blur of pain and adrenaline.Damian’s shoulder had reopened again; fresh blood soaked through his jacket with every jarring step on the loose scree. I stayed close, one hand on his back to steady him when he stumbled, the other gripping my pistol so tightly my knuckles ached. The satellite phone message burned in my mind like acid: *The real faction leader is already inside your estancia. Waiting.*We reached the lake shore as the first snow flurries began to fall, early, vicious, turning the air into a white haze. The estancia was visible now: the main house reduced to a blackened crater from the earlier blast, the barn half-collapsed, smoke still curling from the wreckage. But there were new lights, portable floodlamps set up around the ruins, casting long, harsh shadows. Figures moved between them. Armed. Organized.Damian pulled me behind a cluster of rocks.“Six, maybe seven,” he whispered, breathing hard. “One in the center. Tall. Command posture.
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The helicopter’s rotors beat the air like a war drum, low and angry, circling the ridgeline above the abandoned mining camp. We’d heard it twice already that morning, once distant, once closer, before it vanished behind the peaks. Now it was back, hovering somewhere just out of sight, the sound bouncing off the rock faces in a way that made it impossible to pinpoint direction.Damian pressed me flat against the inside wall of the sturdiest shack, his body shielding mine, rifle raised and ready. His shoulder wound had reopened during the climb; fresh blood darkened the bandage under his jacket, but he didn’t flinch. His free hand gripped the back of my neck, above the collar, holding me steady.“Stay down,” he breathed against my ear. “They’re scanning for heat signatures. If they have FLIR, we’re fucked.”I nodded, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my teeth. The platinum chain beneath the leather collar felt ice-cold against my skin. Outside, the wind howled through the ruste
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The explosion didn’t come with a warning.One moment we were standing on the ridge behind the estancia, watching the sun bleed orange across the glacial lake, Damian’s arm around my waist, my head on his good shoulder. The next, the world turned white and deafening.The blast wave hit like a fist, hot, violent, lifting us off our feet and slamming us into the grass. I tasted dirt and blood. My ears rang so loudly I couldn’t hear my own scream. Smoke and dust choked the air, thick with the chemical stink of C4 or whatever Eze’s final contingency had been rigged with.I rolled onto my side, coughing, vision swimming. The estancia was gone. Where the timber house had stood was now a crater of blackened earth and twisted metal. Flames licked at the remains of the barn. The cattle were scattering in panic across the paddock, lowing in terror.“Damian!”My voice sounded distant, muffled.I crawled toward where he’d been standing.He lay on his back ten meters away, eyes closed, blood streak
THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM Chapter 40: The Long Night
The drive into the night was suffused with an uneasy silence, broken only by the rhythmic hum of the engine and the distant wail of sirens that seemed to echo the chaos we’d just escaped. Inside the cramped car, every breath felt heavy with anticipation and unspoken fears. We had stolen the secrets, but the price we’d paid—and the danger we still faced—hung over us like a dark cloud.Marcus kept his focus on the road, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel. Damian was curled against the backseat, clutching his side, pale but trying to mask the pain with a steely resolve. My hands trembled slightly as I clutched the drives and the envelope—the fragile, dangerous payload that could topple empires or destroy lives if it fell into the wrong hands.“Where do we go from here?” I finally broke the silence, voice low and strained.Marcus glanced in the rearview mirror, eyes flickering with tension. “There’s a safe house about an hour outside the city. It’s hidden, well-secured. O
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