Thank you for following my book. I wrote the first draft of this chapter in between attending to customers at my cybercafé — now it’s yours to explore. Do you think Chloe is innocent as she claimed? Please drop your comments. Find out in the next chapter what happens to Reid as he’s trapped between a ruthless assassin and a woman he’s not sure he can trust. Next chapter's sneak peek: …moved with terrifying purpose, firing controlled bursts toward Bricks’s position, forcing him to keep his head down.
Reid’s mind raced as he contemplated their next move. Charging in would be suicide; they needed to ground the jet. But how?His eyes scanned the hangar for plausible tools or equipment he could use. Then he saw it—an external power cart plugged into the jet’s auxiliary port, supplying ground power while the engines spooled. The plan was reckless, but brilliant.“You’ll have to create a distraction,” he whispered to Alessandra. “Near the main hangar door will do. Just hold their attention for about thirty seconds.”Alessandra didn’t ask for details. She nodded, produced a small incendiary device from a hidden pocket—part of her prep kit—and said, “Make it count, Reid.” She melted into the shadows, circling toward the front of the hangar.Reid moved like a phantom, keeping low and using stacks of crates and parked ground equipment for cover. The roar of the jet and the pounding rain were his allies as he crept forward until he reached the power cart—a heavy unit that hummed softly. He n
Minutes ticked by, marked only by Reid’s frantic tapping on the phone’s screen and the distant hum of traffic. Alessandra watched him, her hand curving protectively over her stomach as she drew strength from his intensity. At last, Reid grunted in pure satisfaction and held the phone up, revealing a grainy aerial feed of a small private airfield tucked into the hills north of the city.The sun blazed across the tarmac, where a sleek, unmarked executive jet—its engines already whining—sat beside a hangar. Security personnel and ground crew moved about the ground. Alessandra’s gaze locked on a lone figure, unmistakable even in the low resolution and harsh sunlight, walking briskly towards the lowered airstair, clutching a slim briefcase: Dante West. “Mariposa Executive Airfield,” Reid rasped. “He’s taking off in ten minutes.”He zoomed in on the feed. The hangar beside the jet stood partially open; inside, stacks of crates and server racks loomed in shadow.“He’s not just running,” Rei
Moments later, Alessandra stopped the van two blocks away in a deserted alley. Smoke poured from the engine, and bullet holes pocked the body.She glanced at Reid, his breath rasping from toxin exposure and a ricochet wound.“Were you hit?” she asked, voice thick with concern.“It’s just a scratch. I’ll be fine,” he muttered, voice barely audible.“Let’s tend that arm before we find somewhere to lie low,” she replied. She turned to the passenger seat and pulled a lever. The cushion flattened, forcing Reid to stretch out.She examined his injured arm. It looked bad, and though the bleeding had stopped, he had bled heavily.She retrieved a small med-kit from her jacket—a remnant of her prepared existence—and knelt on the driver’s seat. Wordlessly, hands surprisingly steady, she cut away the blood-soaked fabric to expose the embedded ricochet.Her fingers brushed his skin as she cleaned the wound—an intimacy that ignited things the last time. He watched her face in the harsh light of the
The whirring barrels of the automated machine gun were the only sound in the world. Time seemed to have compressed, stretched, and snapped.Alessandra and Reid saw the spinning muzzles, their cold gleam of polished metal under the daylight.This wasn’t just the promise of death; it was erasure.“DOWN!” Alessandra screamed, throwing her weight against the steering wheel.The van lurched violently to the right just as the machine gun spat fire. A storm of bullets shredded the air where the van’s windshield had been milliseconds before, punching through the metal roof with a sound like tearing canvas.Shards of safety glass rained down on them. The passenger-side mirror exploded.Alessandra reduced speed, creating a distance from the assailant.With quick calculation, she swung the battered van off the main road, sent it careening down a side street, then through a gap between two stalled delivery trucks barely wider than the vehicle itself. The chassis groaned in protest.Alessandra mad
With a chilling, sneering fury, Max remained still. His eyes glistened like two ice holes devoid of relief and love. They were fixed on Alessandra.“Traitor!” he spat, his voice hoarse but venomous. “Consorting with the impostor!”Then, with surprising speed, he sprang—not towards Alessandra, but Bricks’ idling powerbike.Bricks, momentarily occupied by Alessandra’s fire, turned just as Max shoved him aside with desperate strength.He seized the powerbike’s controls as he mounted.“Clean Slate starts with you, impostor!” Max screamed, his voice cracking with hysteria.He gunned the throttle; the powerbike shooting forward straight toward Reid’s cover.Reid had only a split second to hurl himself sideways before the bike slammed into the concrete pillar with bone-rattling force.Max was thrown clear like a rag doll. He landed on the concrete floor with a sickening
The pandemonium Reid unleashed extended far beyond the server room. On the monitors, still flickering through the fog, he saw glimpses of stock tickers for Sterling Dynamics and Vaughn’s Enterprises plunging into freefall, and the Shanghai signing ceremony display screen dissolving into static as the Synapse schematics flashed across it.West’s meticulously controlled narrative was shattered in an instant.Unexpectedly, the mix of freezing spray and foam turned out to be a kind of protection. The neurotoxin, now diluted, lost its rapid lethality. But Reid’s head still swam, and his limbs felt numb. The mixture had also weakened the door mechanism, and Reid seized the advantage.Employing the axe once more, he battered the control panel beside the door. Sparks and fragments of wreckage flew in all directions, metal groaning with every impact. Then, with a final grinding shriek, the locking mechanism loosened its grip, leaving a narrow gap.Fueled by adrenaline and the desperate need to