All Chapters of REBORN BEFORE THE APOCALYPSE: MY EX BEGS FOR MERCY: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

POV: ALEXThe cameras showed six vehicles moving without lights, and every one of them was heading straight for us.The thermal optics feed flickered with green-tinted grain across the main command monitor, but the tactical reality on the screen was razor-sharp. Down on the eastern access ridge, a steep, winding stretch of asphalt that should have been impassable in this blizzard, six heavy armored transport vehicles advanced in tight, disciplined wedge formation. They ran dark, their headlights killed, their heat signatures muffled by specialized thermal-dampening cowlings over their grilles.This wasn't a ragged band of half-starved opportunists looking to score warm coats or canned rations. This was a mechanized assault element executing a high-speed, coordinated approach.Phina stood beside me at the console, her face completely pale under the harsh hum of the overhead diagnostics. She didn't speak. She didn't scream or panic. Her eyes were fixed on the lead armored car, her finge

POV: ALEXThe blast was not meant to scare us. It was meant to open a path.The sheer concussive force of the thermobaric charge hit the second-floor terrace like a physical wall. Dust, pulverized mortar, and shattered stone exploded into the sub-zero night air, raining down over our sandbag emplacements. The stone floor buckled beneath my boots, the deafening roar of the explosion ringing violently in my ears long after the shockwave tore past."Cover!" I roared into the radio, my voice barely cutting through the high-pitched whine echoing inside my skull.Through the thick, churning cloud of chemical smoke and floating insulation, the infrared optics mounted on my rifle scope painted a terrifying picture. The heavy, three-foot-thick stone wall running along the lower eastern perimeter hadn't just cracked, it had been completely pulverized. A gaping, jagged breach fifteen feet wide now yawned open to the freezing storm, exposing the inner courtyard directly to the road.Before the du

POV: ALEXThey had never planned to take the eastern gate. They only needed us to believe it.The realization hit me like a bucket of ice water as the cold voice from the dead operative’s radio faded into static. The high-profile assault on the eastern gate, the armored transports, the loudspeaker demands, the thermobaric charge blowing through three feet of stone, had been a beautifully executed, high-cost distraction. They had forced us to commit our best shooters, our secondary barricades, and our immediate attention to the front doors while their primary strike element circled under cover of the blizzard toward the blind spot I had warned Phina about weeks ago: the northern drainage culvert."Marcus, take two men and lock down the main entrance hall," I barked into my headset, my boots already pounding against the marble floor as I pivoted toward the northern wing. "Do not leave those pillars! Phina, tell me you have optics on the service corridor!""I have motion sensors triggeri

POV: PHINAThirty seconds was not enough time to run. It was only enough time to choose how I would face him.The bright red digits of the thermite charge on the command room door pulsed against the steel surface, ticking downward with agonizing, merciless speed. Twenty-nine. Twenty-eight.I didn't hesitate. I slammed my palm against the emergency pneumatic release on the back wall of the command suite, sliding open the narrow, recessed steel panel that led into the unmapped service passage directly behind the server racks. The dark, cramped corridor smelled of cold concrete, ozone, and old iron, a forgotten artery running deep beneath the foundations of Highland Crest Manor.I slipped through the opening, letting the heavy spring-loaded hatch click silently shut behind me just as the countdown hit single digits.Three. Two. One.A brilliant, blinding flash of white-hot plasma tore through the titanium-composite door, followed instantly by a low, concussive roar that rattled my teeth.

POV: ALEXI had the man pinned, but the look in his eyes told me the real damage had already been done.His breath came in wet, rattling hitches beneath my forearm. Even with his jaw fractured, his collarbone crushed, and my knee grinding his chest into the freezing concrete, the assassin didn't look like a defeated asset. He looked like a man who had successfully delivered a signal."Get Marcus down here," I growled over my shoulder, not lifting an inch of pressure from his windpipe. "Tell him to bring zip-ties and the heavy medical restraints."Phina stood five feet away, leaning heavily against the damp stone pillar. One arm was wrapped tightly around her midsection, her face ghostly pale in the amber glare of the single emergency strip overhead. A trickle of dark blood had dried beneath her right nostril, and her chest heaved in shallow, agonizing cycles. But her eyes, sharp, dark, and ice-cold, never left the dying man on the floor.Within three minutes, Marcus and two guards spr