Agent Nightfall の小説・ストーリー

After

The night sky was gleaming and glittering with dusts of stars. Back in the city, they weren’t this visible because of the city lights. But now my eyes are having a load of the beautiful view of the galaxy, which also reflects into the calm lake. My eyelids were heavy but I decided not to go back to sleep because Amaris might come back and steal our peace again. I’ve already had enough of his menaces. I need to find a safer place than here, though I actually love the tranquility of the ambiance here. I glanced at Namir who was crouching on the ground beside me. I wonder how I could’ve survived without this tiger. At least I know that God has sent me a guardian, and I’m glad it's not a human.

Her eyes followed the illustrations he made. “These are the men you’re gonna meet, over here is Dust, this is Dino, an underdog of a man(unknown) we don’t know who is working for yet, the man that wants you, I don’t think he wants you dead, else you would’ve been killed.” Eve listened as he explain, the name of Dust making her stomach churn. “I didn’t have a nightmare last night.” She thought out loud. “I didn’t see heard his laughter or feel his hands around my neck. How come? Why?” Wesley dropped his pen and watched her.

I grin widely then allow him to leave. After we get all the gear and stuff we need for the attack ready. I wish them good luck especially Blue and then watch them slowly leave. They will walk because they want it to be night-time by the time they get to Lomandra. So when they turn the power off it will be completely dark and we will most likely catch them in their beds asleep. That afternoon I clap myself on the back for coming up with such a wonderful idea. This better be successful because I have everything to loss if this fails, including Natalie.

“Hours. Last transaction hit at 3:12 a.m. My contact fed it directly.” The agent looks up. “If this is solid, we can take down half the network tonight.” “That’s the point.” The journalist leans back, pen tapping against the folder. “You run this, you won’t get peace again. These people don’t forgive.” “I’m not asking for peace,” I answer. “I’m asking for an end.” Silence follows—thick, heavy, broken only by the rain hammering the roof. The agent murmurs into his phone, voice low but urgent. The journalist photographs key pages, hands steady despite the weight of what he’s handling.

Dropped it on the floor. "Falline." The fire caught nothing. But everything changed. The men stood. Old De Rossi sleeper agents. Forgotten soldiers. Buried for a decade under false names, false debts, real scars. He slid a dossier onto the table. "We don’t need an army. Just vengeance." They opened it. Saw targets. Names. Shipping lanes. Black sites. “Operation Falline is active. Get your blades.” No salute. Just hunger. ~~~~~~~~~~ TRIAD SAFEHOUSE — GUANGDONG

“Prepare for my coming tonight. You're in Nightfall, and I'd love to meet you in person.” My breath stops. And just like that, I sense him vanishing, leaving me in the void between my vision and reality. Thanox is back. He's really the one behind the attacks. And he is coming tonight. Here in the Nightfall Pack to destroy the summit. It can't be. It can't be this soon!

"The Aegis-9 system is already beginning its final planetary alignment. If we do not hit that ground-based uplink by midnight, the frequency will go live automatically, and there will be no way to stop the wave." ​As we finally approached the perimeter of the Gate, the familiar, natural scents of pine and damp earth were suddenly choked out by the heavy smell of ozone and burning diesel. The Aegis Initiative had turned our sacred clearing into a sterile, high-tech fortress of steel and light. Massive, blinding floodlights cut through the forest’s eternal twilight like jagged knives, and the low, constant hum of a localized magic-dampening field made my very skin itch with a primal discomfort

By midnight, the entire compound had shifted from tense to operational. The soft amber atmosphere that usually defined Nightfall House had been replaced by something sharper now, brighter lights, faster movement, security wolves speaking in clipped low voices as information streamed continuously across the monitors downstairs. Elara remained on the upstairs balcony long after the countdown clock appeared. 00:13:42 UNTIL COUNCIL SESSION Rain moved steadily beyond the towering windows surrounding the compound, silver against the dark forest beyond Nightfall territory.

Thirty minutes ticked past on the wall monitor, our production circle having cleared barely half the tactical talking points for the evening’s match against the Redridge Enforcers when a sudden, heavy knock rattled the oak door. Every tracker at Nightfall Broadcast recognized that our strategy locks were ironclad and completely immune to external disruptions, making the sound a bizarre breach of protocol. Jen’s shoulders stiffened; she slid out into the stone corridor to intercept the intruder while the rest of us tried to lock back into the data lines.