Bravo Two Zero Novel Novels & Stories

If he thought about it, he’d wonder how much Rebecca was worrying, which was sure to lead to wanting to go to her. Rather than succumb to temptation, he pulled the mail toward himself. Yet another letter from his aunt got fed straight into the shredder. Sending them to his office was her new tactic, one that wasn’t any likelier to entice him to open them. He set aside a business proposal to read later. The latest issue of Bad Boys was next. He did a double take when he saw the cover. A pair of eerily familiar faces grinned at him from the glossy front. “MEET HOT HARVARD TWINS PETE & CHARLIE EILERT,” urged the

Even after bones shattered. They moved like creatures running on instinct alone. One crawled across the ceiling. Another tackled a Black Veil operative hard enough to crush his skull against the floor. Ava stumbled backward in horror. “What did they do to them?!” Damien fired twice into a charging subject’s chest. “Neural enhancement. Aggression conditioning. Pain suppression.” “You turned them into animals!” His silence answered enough. Zero moved suddenly. And Ava finally understood why everyone feared him. He wasn’t human either.

Nyosi stood in the center of the room, her hands clasped neatly behind her back, as Asset Null slowly advanced toward the broken bookshelf. "You broke my leashes tonight, Baraka," Nyosi said, her voice dropping to a cold, final whisper. "But you forgot the golden rule of the military-industrial complex. We always have a bigger gun." Asset Null raised his pale, bone-white hands, the pitch-black voids of his eyes locking onto Patient Zero in the dark. For the first time since the war began, Baraka had no adaptations left to save him.

Just one. A single line of green text appeared on the main screen. REBOOT COMPLETE. Then, a second line. HELLO, MOTHER. I stared at the screen. Who are you? I typed. The cursor blinked. I AM ZERO, came the reply. AND I AM EVERYONE. I looked at Zero's body. Her eyes snapped open. They weren't white. And they weren't gold. They were black. Absorbing all light. She sat up. The leather restraints snapped like twine.

Under the dim, flickering glow of a single oil lamp, a thin figure sat hunched before a terminal composed of several salvaged monitors held together by duct tape and wire. This was a youth who looked barely in his twenties—Code Name: Zero. When he looked up, Sophia noticed his immediate abnormality: his hands shook with a high-frequency tremor as he typed, a visible sign of permanent neurological damage. Every few minutes, he winced, reaching into a silver briefcase beside him for a syringe filled with a glowing blue liquid. He expertly injected it into his thigh, hissing through clenched teeth as the drug suppressed the violent rejection spasms wracking his nervous system.

My face paled as I spoke softly, "Tiff, I don’t know why, but after taking the painkiller you gave me, I feel dizzy. There wouldn’t happen to be any hallucinogens in it, would there?" Tiffany flinched but immediately recovered. "Of course not!" she blurted out. I studied her expression closely but found no visible flaw. "I’m really not feeling well, Tiff. I think I need to lie down for a while." She quickly helped me to the break room and even poured me a glass of water, her face filled with concern—nothing like the ruthless person who had pushed me toward death in my past life. As soon as she left the room, I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my photos.

POV: Mia (Zero) They kept her locked in the lower medical bay. Not in chains. Not in silver. But in soundproof walls, neural dampeners embedded into the floor, and three rotating guards who’d seen enough of the Broker’s tricks to hesitate before even breathing near her. She didn’t speak. She didn’t move. She just… existed. Zero 2.1. A copy of me. One not made of scars and choices and grief, but of precision. Of equations. Of bloodless obedience.

The jungle air was thick with heat and tension, wrapping around the Lazarus compound like a noose. Deep underground, beneath layers of steel and biometric locks, something stirred within the bio-chamber. It opened its eyes. A perfect replica of Sophia—but colder, paler, devoid of warmth. Not a woman, but a weapon. The lead scientist, Dr. Carver, stood before the chamber, watching as the fluid drained and the glass peeled back. “Welcome to the world, Subject Zero-Two.”

I just shrugged and mumbled, “Okay.” As I expected, that didn’t please her. “I hate you! I hate your face, your voice, everything about you! I hope you’ll die while we are on the mission!” she angrily yelled. The boy behind her stopped and calmed her down. “Stop it, Av3,” he said. “No, I won’t!” I stood up from my bed. “Let her go, Av2,” I told him. This is our code. I’m Av1, which stands for Agent Valentine 1. We are the assets of the Valentine Mafia of South Carolina.

I’d been robbed of the special moment with my mate to celebrate the news; would the other special moments be taken from me too? Shaking off the feelings that had crept up, I stood tall, locking eyes with Connor. “What you got for us, Captain?” “Bravo Team found a car and an SUV inside their building, fresh tracks behind them on the concrete. We will move silently and precisely and work to find an entrance and gain eyes before engaging.”