Clone Wars Ambush 소설 & 이야기

I peaked into the small spot which was transparent but I could barely see anything because of all the smoke. I took out the dagger and tried to pick the lock but it took a lot of time and patience before the smoke hit my face and I started coughing. After using my hand to lessen the smoke, I caught a glimpse of Cassidy who was tied to a chair and unconscious. As I ran towards her I noticed the fire was spreading rapidly and was only a few steps away from her. I held my dagger tight and cut through the ropes and freed Cassidy from the chair and then carried her from the center of the circle to outside the gym.

I clung to him, my knuckles white, my fear too intense to ignore. Tears pricked at my eyes, and I felt nauseous. I couldn’t handle it anymore. “Please… I want to get off!” I cried, my voice trembling with panic. Ares didn’t speak. Instead, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. His embrace was firm and steady, offering comfort amid the chaos. I buried my face in his chest, squeezing my eyes shut as I clung to him. “It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice a steady anchor in the storm. “Just hold on. It’ll be over soon.”

The pack yells with their hands pointed towards the sky. “We leave in a few hours. Get ready.” The commander tells the pack. Just as we turn around to walk to the house, I look up and see a crow with the same symbol as Leo. Freezing in my spot. Michael notices and walks towards me. “Austin. What’s wrong?” He asks. With a confused look on his face. “Fuck, Michael, look.” I point to the crow. “Shit. Zack knows what we are up to.” Michael responds, rushing towards the commander.

​A barrage of heavy gunfire tore through the outer walls of the town. Sirens wailed, piercing the night as heavily armed mercenaries breached the perimeter, pushing through the dark alleyways and throwing smoke grenades into the square. Chaos erupted instantly. People screamed, scrambling for cover as tracer rounds lit up the smoke-filled air. ​I didn't hesitate. I drew my sidearm, moving with a speed that defied my recent injuries, cutting down the advance guard before they could reach the residential blocks. ​In the heart of the chaos, Clara found herself trapped in the main courtyard, cut off by a collapsing wall and surrounded by three of Dorian’s mercenaries.

The door creaked open under Marcus’s boot. Inside, Daniel sat alone at a metal table, staring at a small device emitting a soft blue pulse. He looked up slowly, eyes glassy, movements unnaturally calm. “Took you long enough,” Daniel said, voice flat. “The voice told me you’d come tonight.” Joel stepped forward, pistol steady. “What voice, Daniel? Talk fast.” As Daniel was about to answer, the ambush erupted. Gunfire shattered the windows from multiple directions. Mercenaries in dark tactical gear poured in through side entrances. Marcus dove behind a rusted machine, returning fire. Bullets ricocheted wildly off metal beams.

Red strobes from Bram’s SUV flashed through the haze, silhouettes moving—shouts she couldn’t make out. “Come on.” She hooked her arms under Varian’s shoulders, dragging with every ounce of strength. His weight was brutal, a wall of stone refusing to budge. Her palms burned as glass bit into her skin, but inch by inch she pulled him across the seat, then through the broken window. They collapsed onto wet asphalt. Her chest heaved, lungs clawing for air that tasted of smoke. Shots cracked then—muffled at first, then closer. Bullets pinged against metal, chewing sparks from the cars. The ambush wasn’t finished. Whoever hit them wanted confirmation, bodies on the ground.

“Why would they go there?” “They’re not,” Damon said coldly. “That’s where the swap happens.” The convoy ahead slowed. Then— BOOM. The road erupted in flame. The lead vehicle skidded sideways as smoke swallowed the street. Gunfire exploded from the shadows. Aria gasped. “This is an ambush!” “Not ours,” Damon snapped. “Stay down!” Men poured out from abandoned buildings—too coordinated to be random criminals. Professional. Damon grabbed Aria, pulling her low as bullets cracked through the night.

Heat slammed into them. The shockwave threw several warriors backward. Gunfire erupted immediately from the cliffs above. Ambush. Pack wolves shifted instantly, Massive bodies lunged through smoke and rain, and more explosions detonated across the road. Alexander grabbed Luna around the waist and pulled her behind cover just as bullets shredded the rocks where she’d stood. “Left ridge!” she snapped. Alexander vanished upward instantly. Too fast to follow. Screams echoed seconds later. Desmond shifted mid-run and launched toward the upper cliffs with his warriors behind him.

The bruise on his jaw had darkened to a deep purple-black, and I wanted to press my fingers to it, to map the damage, to count every place the night had marked him. The gates opened. The SUVs rolled through. The night detonated. The camera feed went white, then searing red. The compound's gatehouse crumpled inward, swallowed by fire and shattered concrete. A secondary blast rippled outward, flipping one of the SUVs onto its side like a toy. The audio feed screamed with static and distant shouting before someone cut it. "Confirmed ambush," the tech reported, his voice admirably steady. "Decoy team triggered the traps. No casualties. Enzo's people are dug in at the compound."

The attack was brutally efficient. It began with a massive sanitation truck pulling out from a side street, blocking the road. As Katherine’s lead car screeched to a halt, the ambush was sprung. From the darkness on either side of the road, figures emerged. They moved with a low, loping gait that was disturbingly animalistic. The streetlights caught the glint of automatic weapons and something else… eyes that glowed with a faint, predatory light. The Shadow Claws. Katherine’s security team was good. They were highly trained ex-cops and military. But they were human. They were not prepared for this.