The Alpha Train’s Fucktoy. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

The safe house door creaked open under the weight of another rain-soaked night and the team stepped inside with boots heavy from the latest run. Water dripped from their gear onto the cracked concrete floor as they shed vests and weapons in silence. The alliance contact had slipped away hours earlier with fresh leads, leaving behind a single encrypted tablet on the scarred wooden table. Jenna wiped her face with the back of her sleeve and picked it up first. The screen glowed with new messages from the coalition contact inside the Council. One line stood out: David's inner circle had narrowed. He suspected a leak from within their own ranks.Dean moved behind her without a word, his hand resting lightly on her lower back as he read over her shoulder. The touch grounded her, warm and steady after the cold dash through the woods. Lily dropped onto the edge of the cot, rubbing her shoulders where the strap of her pack had dug in. Elena paced once across the small room before stopping at

The words eased something tight in her chest. She leaned into him, letting the solid warmth of his body chase away the worst of the doubt. Lily stirred on the cot across the room and joined them quietly, curling up against Jenna's other side. Elena and Alex stayed close as well, the five of them forming a tight circle even while half of them tried to rest.As light filtered through the dirty windows, Elena's tablet finally pinged. The alliance contact had surfaced. His message was short and urgent. David's forces had captured two low-level coalition members. Worse, he had released partial recordings from the collars during the last operation. Not the full betrayal yet, but enough to sow distrust.Jenna read the message twice. "He's trying to turn the coalition against us. Make them think we sold them out."Dean cursed under his breath. Lily's hand tightened on her arm. Alex stood and paced once across the small cabin before stopping. "Then we hit back harder. Give the coalition someth

They spent the next hours planning their counter. The coalition needed a show of strength. The team would deliver it by hitting a secondary supply cache David used for his personal operations. The move would buy the coalition time and send a clear message. They ate quickly, shared water, and geared up under the cover of full night.The drive to the cache took them along narrow mountain roads. Rain started again, turning the paths slick. Jenna rode in the back with Lily's head on her shoulder and Elena's hand resting on her knee. Dean drove with focused calm. Alex scanned every shadow. The closeness felt necessary now, a deliberate choice against the isolation David tried to create.They parked a mile out and approached on foot through dense underbrush. The cache sat in a converted barn, lightly guarded but important enough for regular checks. Dean signaled the split. He and Alex took the front approach. Jenna led Lily and Elena around the side. They moved in perfect sync, years of sha

The current climbed in a tight, controlled wave that forced every muscle in her legs to lock. Her back stayed flat against the table only because the restraints held it there. The pads sent sharp, precise signals that never quite tipped into pure pain. They stayed in the range that made breathing short and focus hard.The fourth shadow stepped fully into the doorway. A man in a dark tactical jacket, face half hidden by the low light of the corridor. He carried no rifle. His hands stayed empty and open at his sides. The three coalition figures in front of him shifted slightly, enough to open a path without turning their backs on David.David’s thumb stayed on the remote. The current did not drop. “You brought company after all.”The woman who had spoken first answered without looking at the new arrival. “He is the reason we are still standing. He has the only clean channel left into the Council chamber. Without him, the vote goes against us in the next hour.”The man in the doorway kep

She walked forward into the corridor. The polished floor felt cold under her bare feet. Recycled air moved across her skin in a steady draft that carried no scent of the outside lot. The second collar maintained its filtered transmission, turning the approaching footsteps behind them into distant pressure rather than clear location.David stayed half a step behind her left shoulder. His fingers remained light against the stacked collars at the base of her neck. The two security personnel who had opened the door fell in on either side without speaking. Their boots struck the floor in matched rhythm. The free end of the thin black lead swung once against her collarbone with each step.The corridor stretched ahead in a long straight line of white walls and recessed lighting. No windows and no side doors for the first thirty meters. The verification system waited at the far end according to the schedule David had set. The second collar pulsed once in quiet acknowledgment of the controlled