Cayo Perico Secondary Targets Novels & Stories

He knows an ambush when he sees one. I swipe. The next image is an email chain. From: S.G. (Encrypted) To: H.K. (Contractor) Subject: Cleaning Schedule "Read it," I command. Aureliano reads. Target package confirmed. Primary target (A.V.) to be neutralized at toast. Secondary targets (C.V., S.V.) to be secured and eliminated in transport. Clean sweep. No survivors. The widow inherits the estate. "The widow," I whisper. Aureliano flinches. The color drains from his face, leaving him grey.

“As long as she’s afraid, she’ll do. If she tries to speak out, we’ll turn her into a hysterical widow. If Elaine shows up, we’ll say she was manipulated by wolves. If Elaine doesn’t show up, we’ll use her as a missing victim. In either scenario, we win.” The table creaked beneath my hands. Maxon continued, “Prepare the second strike. I need footage before the session. Something that will make human mothers cry.” Leo roared, and this time I didn’t try to silence him. The audio cut out, and no one spoke. Then Elaine looked up at the map. “He’s heading for a place with children,” she said fearfully. Kiel was already sifting through data. “We have four possible targets near the ritual site wher

Charli install a bomb inside the hotel, within 2 hours I need to finish my mission because if I failed, I would explode into pieces along with those people who stayed here in the Hotel. When those Indian boys disappeared in my sight, my face automatically turned into dark and serious aura when I also realized that I am in front of my guest’s Room, which is Mr. Chen, a Chinese Businessman, and my target. I continued walking towards the door when someone blocked my way that made me stopped. It is his Bodyguards.

Eight different agendas wearing the same direction. "He'll use the advantage gap like a scalpel," Elder Mira said. Seventy-two years old. Sharp as the day she was born. "Targeted pressure, not open conflict. He wants you destabilized, not defeated." "Agreed." I marked the map. "He has at least five viable strike points based on our current patrols. The eastern supply route, the southern garrison, the secondary gate communication line—" "The secondary gate is my concern." Kayden's voice came from behind my left shoulder.

If anyone could pull off this operation, it was this group. "Ninety seconds," I announced quietly. "Everyone clear on objectives?" Nods all around. We'd been over the plan dozens of times, but repetition built muscle memory. Muscle memory kept you alive when things went sideways. And things always went sideways. "Primary target is the communications hub on the second floor," I continued. "That's where Jerome coordinates his cells. We take that out, his entire network goes dark. Secondary objectives are the weapons cache in the basement and any intelligence we can secure about future operations."