LOGINThe rain came down harder by morning, cold and relentless. It washed the blood from Alexander’s sleeve and turned the dirt road into dark mud. He didn’t seem to notice. His focus was fixed ahead — on the stretch of cracked asphalt that led deeper into the mountain range.Isabella followed quietly, her boots sloshing through puddles. The world around them had narrowed to sound — the drip of rain, the hum of the wind, and the low crackle of static from the broken comm unit Alexander carried.“How far?” she asked, shivering.“Five clicks, maybe less.” His voice was steady, the same measured calm that had carried them through gunfire and chaos. “Old records called it Site Twelve. But that’s not what the Circle named it.”“What did they call it?”He glanced at her. “The Womb.”Her heart clenched at the word. “The Womb?”“Where Echelon was born,” he said. “And where it should’ve died.”They moved in silence after that. The forest thickened, trees pressing in tight on both sides. The smell o
The hum of approaching engines cut through the silence like a blade.Alexander’s pulse steadied — calm in the chaos, just as always. He crouched near the window, eyes sharp, calculating the distance between them and the treeline.“Three trucks,” he muttered. “Light tactical vehicles. They’re spreading out.”Isabella pressed against the opposite wall, pistol ready. “They tracked us too fast.”“Means they’re using thermal or satellite relay,” he said. “We’ve got ten minutes, maybe less, before they move in.”Her gaze darted toward the blinking comms unit on the table. “You think whoever called us set this up?”“Wouldn’t be the first time someone used my curiosity as bait.”He popped the magazine, checked the rounds, reloaded. “We hold them off long enough to find out what Project Echelon means, then we move. No hesitation.”“Copy that,” she said, voice steadier than her trembling hands.Alexander’s eyes flicked to her — just long enough to see the flicker of fear beneath her control. “Y
The walls trembled under the storm of gunfire. Wood splintered. Glass shattered. Every second felt like an explosion in Alexander’s chest.He ducked behind the overturned table, yanking Isabella down with him as bullets ripped through the air. “Stay low!”“I am!” she yelled over the noise, clutching the pistol he’d given her. Her ears rang from the concussive blasts, heart pounding so hard it hurt.Alexander peeked over the table and fired back — short, controlled bursts — before dropping again. “They’re flanking from the left!”“I’ll cover you!”“No, stay—”Too late. She was already moving, sliding across the floor toward the side window. Her pulse thundered as she fired twice through the broken frame. A man fell back into the mist.“Got one!” she shouted.Alexander’s head whipped toward her, eyes blazing with both fear and fury. “You’re going to get yourself killed!”“I can handle it!”He swore under his breath and tossed her another magazine. “Then make it count!”The air was thick
The first light of dawn bled through the cracks in the rock when Alexander stirred.The tunnel air was heavy, cold, and damp, but above them — faint and fragile — came the sound of birds.“We made it through the night,” Isabella murmured, voice hoarse.Alexander nodded, his eyes scanning the narrow exit ahead. “Barely.”He crouched, checking the magazine in his rifle, every movement deliberate and quiet. Then he turned to her. “Stay behind me. If anyone’s out there, we move fast and silent.”She gave a short nod. “Got it.”He hesitated a second longer, his gaze flicking to her bandaged shoulder. “How’s the wound?”“It’s fine.”“You always say that.”“And you always worry,” she countered, a faint smile tugging at her lips.He didn’t answer — just motioned her forward. “Let’s go.”The tunnel exit was narrow, carved between roots and stone. When they finally crawled through, the forest greeted them in shades of pale gold and green. Mist clung to the trees. Every sound was amplified — the
The cave was small, damp, and lit only by the faint orange flicker of flames from the forest below. Rain still fell in sheets outside, muting every sound, swallowing the chaos that had nearly killed them.Isabella shivered, her arm pressed against her wound. She was pale, shaking, and trying to hide it.Alexander crouched near the entrance, scanning the trees with his rifle before turning back toward her. “Let me see.”“I said it’s fine.”“It’s not.”His tone left no room for argument. He crossed the space between them, his boots squelching against the wet stone. When she flinched as he reached for her, his voice softened. “I’m not going to hurt you.”“I know,” she murmured. “I just—”“Can’t trust anyone,” he finished quietly.She didn’t deny it.He knelt, careful not to touch her until she nodded. Her jacket was torn, the fabric stiff with blood. He peeled it back gently, his jaw tightening when he saw the wound. It wasn’t deep, but it was ugly.“Bullet grazed you,” he said. “You’re
The morning broke sharp and gray, the air heavy with something that felt wrong.Alexander was already awake. He hadn’t really slept — just lay there, eyes open, listening to Isabella breathe beside him. Every sound outside made his muscles tighten. Every second felt borrowed.A soft knock shattered the quiet.He was on his feet instantly. “Stay back,” he said.Isabella blinked, sitting up. “Who—”“Don’t move.”He grabbed the gun from the table and moved toward the door. Another knock. Harder this time.“Alexander?” a voice called.He froze. It was familiar. Too familiar.“Who is it?” Isabella whispered.He didn’t answer. His pulse thundered in his ears.“Alexander, it’s me. Open up. We need to talk.”“Liam,” he muttered under his breath.Isabella stood. “Liam? Your contact?”“Supposed to be,” he said. “But he wasn’t supposed to find us here.”“Then maybe—”The door burst open before she could finish.Liam stood there, dripping from the rain, gun raised. “You’re a hard man to track, bo







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