Irv Hacksaw Ridge 소설 & 이야기

“There has not been any earth tremor for days now, has Ryder completed the sacrifice?” General Mavrek asked Iris as she crashed into a chair in his tent, gulping down cup after cup of water. A day’s journey in the cold and snow-covered land had nothing on her, as her body could withstand some levels of extreme temperatures, but her body could not go on without water. She had not thought of that really.

"And make sure there's nothing left." Ironhead nodded "With pleasure." I made my way back upstairs ignoring everyone as they stared at me I knew I had blood all over me but I didn't give a fuck I pushed open his office door without knocking, stepping inside. "I got something," I said, cutting straight to the point. "There's a shipment coming in tonight at the old docks. Guns, drugs—big haul." The prez's eyes narrowed "Good work. We'll be ready hopefully we could end this motherfucker quick and my sister will be safe."

An image slowly appeared in his mind. "Vicky, Wyvern Peak is launching a huge operation—the biggest throughout history. I'm following my team to Isle 416, and I want you to wait for me to come home, okay?" Ridge spoke to the girl before he left home. She nodded and saw him off. "Don't worry, I'll be right here waiting for you, no matter how long it takes. But promise me that you'll come home safe." "I promise." "V-Vicky…?" Ridge murmured, hallucinating that the girl was standing before him.

I whimpered immediately at the extra pain that tore through me before I was left panting while wondering why Logan hasn’t returned to me yet. A sob tore from my chest as more sunlight start to flood into the room. Just when I thought it was all over for me, the door to the dome finally open again and he rushed towards me with his large blade in hand. “I’m sorry, Iris. The spares are also gone so we will have to free you the hard way so hold still for me okay?” he said and I nodded before holding my breath as he raised his blade midway before letting it slammed back at the shackles around my wrist, freeing me.

I also knew she would be home any second since she wasn't needed at the hospital until 5 pm, apart of me wanted to leave the bed while the other half couldn't muster up a reason why it was necessary, in the end, I decided to lay here until she came home. I quickly dialled Spain's number placing the phone to my ear as the events of last night flashed through my mind, the worry resurfacing as well. "I was just about to call you" He spoke the moment the call connected. "Really?" "Yeah, I heard about the shooting on Edwards, you guys good?" "Yeah we good, what's the word though?" "Apparently a bunch of Dragos live in the Edwards and the Vipers found out," "One-time thing?" I asked hoping it was.

The manor was white with big floor to ceiling glass windows, it looked celestial under the moonlight. I have been in WillowRidge for my whole life, but I never knew about this manor, no one could see this from the road, it is so well hidden. What a wonder. The assistant opened my door and took me to the side of the manor through a garden of colourful flowerbeds that looked so beautiful even at night. We crossed a beautiful wooden door to a private sitting area, a place so beautiful, elegant flowers, fairy lights, a cabin made of glass walls and ceilings, I am not joking. The assistant took me in and asked me to sit on one of the chairs, I hesitantly did. I was mesmerised by the beauty , Natu

Inside, the table was set—maps of Raven’s Peak, old mining records, digital blueprints. **Aiden** stood at the window, arms crossed. The moon cast a sharp line across his face, accentuating the scar along his jaw—a gift from Akira, now healed, but never forgotten. **ENID** paced behind him, her boots echoing sharply against the concrete. **Mr. Lark** leaned over the maps, his eyes gleaming with quiet, obsessive hunger. **LARK (muttering)** There’s still untapped reserves—silver-veined roots deeper than anything Raven’s Peak ever admitted. The mineral signature under the northern ridge—I've never seen anything like it.

"Countless high-value liquidations, zero traces left behind. Nobody matches his kill count in close-range execution." Before I can process the name, the heavy security gates rattle. A tall, lean male in a distressed brown combat jacket walks in, dark tactical visors perched atop his messy dark hair. He saunters with the casual grace of an apex predator returning from a slaughter. "Who’s talking trash about my execution stats while I’m out cleaning up border scum?" Irving’s voice cuts through the ambient hum of the facility. Gavin points a thumb over his shoulder. "Chika, meet Irving Dunn. If you want a masterclass in throat-slitting and stealth ops, he’s your man."

The Iron Ridge Pack. Lucas leaned forward. "Iron Ridge." He looked at Kyson. "Iron Ridge hates Harlow Creek. They have been in a border dispute for four years. Daniel managed to hold those two together?" "He promised them something bigger than their grudge," Kyson said. "He promised them us," Hayden said. The room went quiet again.

“Huh?” “Well.” She cleared her throat. “I saw Viking in the forest and it sure looked like he was busy hiding something. I mean, he was way over in Utah, in the mountains, in the middle of the night, right? You think if I told the cops about all of that and they went digging around, maybe they’d find something?" Scars almost fell over. His President was towering over Iris now, even larger in his rage, and she was obviously terrified but standing her ground. For the first time since laying eyes on this woman, it came to Scars that she had one hell of a backbone in that doll-sized body.