Semua Bab Lust Under Lies. she want more : Bab 41 - Bab 50

The plane landed at Vostok Station. Negative sixty degrees outside. Four hours before frostbite killed them.Nickey suited up in thermal gear. Checked his weapons. "If I'm not back in five hours, take Hope and run."Trina grabbed his face. "Come back. Don't be a hero.""I'm just a father protecting his family."They kissed. Then Nickey, James, and four soldiers left the plane. Walked through brutal wind toward the abandoned research station."Heat signature ahead," James said, checking his scanner. "Underground bunker. Three hundred meters."They found a metal hatch. Planted charges. Blew it open.Descended three levels. Found a large chamber with medical equipment and computers humming. In the center stood a cryo pod. Frost covered the glass. Inside was their father's body."He froze himself," Nickey whispered. "Been here twenty years."Marcus stepped from the shadows. Half his face was metal. One eye replaced with a red sensor. Burns covered his synthetic skin."Finally. The family

The plane leveled at thirty thousand feet. Hope finally stopped crying. Trina rocked her gently. "That text," James said. "It can't be Catherine. I saw Sarah shoot her. Saw her fall." "Then who sent it?" Nickey stared at his phone. "Who else uses C as a signature?" "Maybe it's a bluff. Sarah trying to keep us scared." "Why would Sarah do that?" "Because she's running the Covenant now. Needs us afraid. Needs us running. Keeps us from interfering." Trina looked up. "Or Catherine survived. Again. Like she always does." Nickey's phone buzzed. Another text. *Land in Oslo. Terminal B. A friend is waiting. Trust him. You'll need his help for what comes next.* "It's a trap," James said immediately. "Everything's a trap." Nickey showed the pilot the message. "Change course. Oslo." "Are you insane?" Trina grabbed h

The coordinates led to an abandoned oil rig in the North Sea. The submarine docked at the base. Nickey, Trina, James, and Volkov climbed the rusty ladder to the platform."This is insane," Trina said. "We just destroyed Catherine. Now we're walking into another trap?""If my father's alive, I need to know why he's been hiding. Why he let us think he was dead."They reached the top platform. A single door stood open. Light spilled out.Inside was a conference room. Clean. Modern. Not abandoned at all.Their father sat at the head of a table. Alive. Healthy. Younger looking than he should be."Hello children. Sit. We have much to discuss.""You're alive." Nickey's voice was flat. "You've been alive this whole time.""Yes. And no. It's complicated.""Uncomplicate it."His father stood. Walked to a screen on the wall. Pressed a button. Images appeared. Timeline charts. Genetic maps. "I was never frozen accidentally. I froze myself deliberately. To survive what was coming.""The collapse.

The submarine crashed through the destroyer's hull. Water flooded in. Alarms screamed. Nickey grabbed Hope from Trina. "Move! Before we sink!"They climbed through the breach. Into the destroyer's lower deck. Sailors rushed toward them. Armed. Confused.Marcus moved first. Grabbed the nearest sailor. Snapped his neck. Took his weapon. "Get to the bridge. I need their main computer."Sarah fired. Dropped two more sailors. "James, cover our six!"They fought through corridors. Every corner brought more resistance. The crew was trained. Professional. But desperate."Stop!" A voice over the intercom. Female. Authoritative. "You're making this worse. Surrender the child. We don't want to hurt her.""Who are you?" Nickey yelled."Admiral Chen. Global Initiative commander. We're trying to save humanity. You're interfering with that mission.""By stealing my daughter?""By protecting humanity's only chance. Hope belongs to the world. Not to you."Marcus kicked open a door. "Bridge is three le

Then darkness. But not empty darkness. Filled darkness. Dreams. Memories. Life.He saw Hope's first steps. Her first words. Her first laugh. Birthday parties. Scraped knees. Bedtime stories. Tears and smiles and everything that made childhood precious.Years passed in moments. In dreams. In compressed reality. Hope grew. Learned. Became herself. Personality emerging. Quirks. Preferences. Fears and bravery and all the things that made her human. And more than human.She could read minds by age two. Move objects by age three. At four, she could heal injuries. At five, she could see futures. Like Nickey. But stronger. Clearer.And through it all, love. Family. Connection. The bonds that made everything matter.Then waking. Sudden. Jarring. Nickey opened his eyes. Three weeks had passed. His body felt wrong. Disconnected. His mind held five years of memories that didn't match.Trina woke beside him. "That was... I can't describe it."Hope stood in front of them. Five years old now. Real.