Eric Quiet Place: Day One Novels & Stories

The old docks smelled of rust, diesel, and low tide. Fog rolled in thick from the Hudson, turning the skeletal cranes into gray ghosts. Aiden and Silas moved through it like predators black coats, suppressed pistols holstered under tactical vests, boots silent on cracked concrete. Sofia Rossi had chosen neutral ground well: abandoned pier, no cameras, no witnesses, only the lap of water against rotting pilings.

He hands me one of the rifles, lightweight, short-barreled, suppressor already threaded. “Familiar?” I nod. “Range day. Same model.” “Good.” He clips a radio to my collar, right beside the O-ring. “Channel three. Stay on comms. If anything feels wrong, you call it. No heroics.” I meet his eyes. “No heroics.” He kisses me, quick, hard. Then we wait. 23:41. The radio crackles. “Eagle One. Target vehicle entering garage. Single occupant. Male, mid-fifties. Matches photo.”

The reply from the other end of the line came quickly. “Oh, Mr. Jenson, we’re so glad to finally get in touch with you. We regret to inform you that Luanne was killed in the line of duty. You’re the emergency contact listed in her file, so if you have the time, please come down to the station.” A loud buzzing sound exploded in Greg’s brain, as if countless sharp needles were piercing through his mind simultaneously. The intense pain made his vision go dark. Yet, the voice on the other end, sounding like a demon to him now, continued, “Luanne’s funeral service is being organized by her close friend, Mr. Frank Cosmo. If you’d like to help out, you can get in touch with him.”

I really love you! I walked on, steady and unwavering, through the security gate, his cries dwindling behind me in the bustling crowd. The sky was clear, sunlight pouring through the massive windows, filling the airport with light. I breathed in deeply, and at last, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. … The investigation moved swiftly. The cops found out that Eric was the main guy behind the whole sordid affair: the secret filming, the setup, and the nasty videos. When they hauled Jocelyn in, she started bawling, trying to wriggle out of it.

The sound was deafening. Ariana froze. Her ears rang violently. Someone collapsed. Silence rushed in afterward, thick and suffocating. A slow exhale broke it. Not panicked. Not hurt. Controlled. A small flashlight flicked on. Dim beam cutting through the dark. It landed on the floor first. On blood. Then it lifted. To a body. Lucas. On his knees. Gun in his hand. Shaking. And in front of him— An Ethan. On the ground.

Loud, echoing through the intercom system—which shouldn't have been working, but somehow was. "Lucian Drakov." The voice was synthesized. Distorted. It sounded like a choir of static. "We are Zero Day. We are the end of your line." I looked at the small monitor inside the safe room. It was battery-powered. The image was grainy, infrared. It showed the living room. Lucian was behind the overturned sofa. He was firing into the dark. The men in white suits were advancing. They had night vision goggles. Lucian was blind. "Open the door," Adrian whispered. "Daddy..."

The van doors rolled open into darkness so complete it felt like it was drowning ,Aurora walked out barefooted as she stepped on the concrete that hadn’t seen human heat in 21 years,the cold was absolute, but it didn’t touch her the way it used to the baby moved with a slow, deliberate roll, as if tasting the air through her skin. Reyes killed the engine “Welcome to Ground Zero.”he said as He hit a breaker and just then one by one, ancient sodium lamps flickered awake, revealing a mass of rust and memory Server racks towered like cathedral pillars, covered in dust thick enough to write things on it,right at the far end, a single glass wall showed their reflections back at them as ghosts in

I open one of the maps and point. “The power cut will happen at exactly three in the morning. Declan will detonate the charges in the south at the same time. This creates chaos. While they rush to the south, we climb the cliff. Silent. No lights. No alarms. We’ll use silencers and knives whenever possible. We only shoot if it’s unavoidable.” Declan crosses his arms but stays quiet. He’s letting me lead my half of the plan. Harvey doesn’t intervene either. He simply watches, analyzing every detail I present.

You don't have to work alone on this. His breath was raspy as his forehead pushed against mine. "I can't let you go." "You won't." A Fresh Danger The first night was a restless silence. We were all so exhausted that we fell into a restless slumber, calmed by the distant sound of the lake crashing on the coast and the gentle rustle of leaves. However, a small beep—a security alert—came from Damien's phone during the worst hours of the night. With his rifle in hand, he sprung to his feet. The delicate calm was broken by his sudden intake of breath.