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What if I am alone and someone gets in? Marcus laughed, a soft, indulgent sound. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, silver fob. "It’s not just a code, Rose. It’s biometric. The main house and the East Wing only respond to my thumbprint and the encrypted signal from this fob. Without it, the whole place goes into a hard lockdown. The doors turn into steel. No one gets in... and no one gets out." He tapped the fob against my chin, his eyes full of a twisted kind of love. "You are safe here, Rose. I have built a fortress under one month just for you. You never have to be scared of Richard finding you again."

Morrigan had given them a choice, but in reality, she had placed them on a chessboard where she controlled the opening moves. Fiona adjusted the comm unit in her ear as she surveyed the towering glass facade of the high-rise Morrigan had been seen entering the previous evening. The building was a fortress—state-of-the-art security, keycard access at every level, and biometric scans that would flag any unregistered intruder within seconds. Getting inside was impossible through conventional means. Which is why they weren’t going through the front door. “Marcus, status?” Darwin’s voice was calm as he double-checked the harness securing him to the rooftop rig.

“But the specific fear. Gates that went the wrong way for too long make gates in general something the body learns to distrust even when the mind knows it is different this time.” She was very still. “How do you get past it?” she asked. “Someone comes out to you first,” I said. “So you know the direction works in both directions before you commit to going in.” We sat in the forest for forty minutes. I did not rush. I answered her questions when she asked them and did not answer the ones she was not asking. I told her what the fortress was and what it offered and what it did not promise. I told her she could leave any time she chose and that leaving would not close the door behind her.

Striker asked. A beat of silence fell over the line. "Oh. Yeah. That's why," Striker added. "Yeah. What looks like an abandoned warehouse out in the middle of nowhere is actually a fortress. Two foot thick walls, ballistic glass, secured entries with biometrics and 256-bit encryption. It's not going to be simple. Nor straightforward. And that's just what we've been able to deduce from scrubbed contractor plans. Most of whom are now dead, by the way. Whoever is running this ring is security conscious, prepared, and ready for bear."

Then Rowan nodded. Then: "Literally everything." Then Ava raised a hand. Then: "Except blowing it up." Then Darius looked interested. Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then Henry quickly interrupted. Then: "We're not blowing up the Bastion." Then: "Please." Then the fortress voice suddenly returned. "FIFTH TRIAL." The gate glowed. Then: "THE SHIELD PROTECTS TOGETHER." Silence. Then: "NO ONE ENTERS ALONE."

He walked to the small sink in the corner of the office and washed his hands, the grease from a morning maintenance job dissolving under the harsh, chemical soap. Match the fortress, he thought, looking at his reflection in the small, cracked mirror above the sink. He had matched the fortress. He had scaled their walls, bypassed their tactical security, and silenced their visible power with less effort than it took to clean a fuel injector. They had believed their own rhetoric—believed that the world of ordinary, defensive men was something they could mock from a position of permanent immunity. They hadn't realized that the silence they were so fond of projecting onto others could be returne

The door could only be accessed through a keycard swipe, finger print, retina scan and a nine digit long passcode. With Sage and Elias offline, I had no idea how I was to get the passcode and get in. The door was made of heavy, reinforced steel so getting in through brute force was out of the question. Right now, I was simply holding my ground until I couldn't anymore. Death was inevitable but if I was going to die I wasn't going to go down without a fight. I wasn't going to go down scared and begging for my life. These soldiers, however many of them remained, would have stories to tell.

, Alfred said as the doors of their various quarantine slid open. "By who?", Alessia shrilled in terror as she scurried out of the cubicle. "We don't know yet but some people are mounting from an unknown spaceship that managed to breach our security". Alfred replied then turned to face them sharply. "I know you all are nervous or even afraid but this is what you've all been training for all these years. Make sure you whoop their ass", Alfred encouraged and pulled Jared with him. Jared turned back to face the guardians and saw the fright on their faces, he wished he could help.

Eli listened, clinging to every word, using Cove’s voice like a lifeline. The darkness still surrounded them, heavy and complete. But Cove’s arms were real. His warmth was real. His love was real. Then, from the dark hallway outside the bedroom, a loud mechanical sound echoed through the penthouse. The heavy electronic security doors the ones that sealed the entire floor began to unlock one by one with a series of loud, metallic clicks. The fortress had been breached.

“Don’t act like you wouldn’t miss me.” Selene rolled her eyes. "I’d sleep better." “Your loss,” Elias said, completely undeterred. I ignored them. My eyes were on the fortress ahead. On the children stuck inside of me. On the blood that was soon to flow. We made it to the fortress just before dawn. The stronghold had been cut into the mountain side, its high cement walls reinforced with magic and its gates guarded by dozens of enforcers. There was no sneaking in.