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Just raw truth. Josh looked exhausted, like admitting everything had taken years off him. “I let them point weapons at her. I let them judge her. I let her stand there alone because I was stupid.” The silence that followed felt endless. Finally Josh spoke again. “When she left…” His laugh was hollow. “I still didn’t understand.” His fingers tightened around the coffee cup. “I thought the base would survive.” A long pause. “It didn’t.” Aaron already knew the outcome, but hearing it directly from Josh felt different. More personal. More tragic. “We lost more people than I can count. The infected broke through. Resources disappeared. Morale collapsed.” His eyes finally met Aaron’s. “And do you

He put a hand on Lucas’ shoulder supportively and looked him in the eye. “Like what? I want to help. Even if it’s just listening to you vent.” Lucas didn’t realise how tense his body was until it relaxed after hearing Joseph’s words. He knew this was his chance to get it all out, and help shift his mind to focus on how to get things back on track. “Well, I’d only been Alpha for a matter of days before there was a rogue attack on a group of my men. I didn’t just lose my new Delta that day, but also a close friend. Unfortunately, Trent was there too.”

Jules smiled and gestured me to go. As I walk my thoughts fly again. I also plan to visit mom in the hospital today because I’m sure her surgery is over. I quickly got to the locker room and quickly searched for my number. "2405, 2406, 2407,2408! Gotcha!" I smiled as I opened my locker but stopped suddenly when I saw an envelope in it. My hands shakingly reached for it. I open the letter wide-eyed. Good day Oxians! You are one of a lucky person invited to participate in a FALLING GAME.

As much as he wanted to grieve that loss, he couldn’t, not right now. Later, when they were back on home soil, he’d give in to that black grief. At the moment, he had to think about the rest of his team and how the hell they would get out of this mess. It’d be easier if his head didn’t feel like everything was spinning around him. Electro-jammer gun. I hate those goddamn things. Right. Those fucking guns which were outlawed in America but which always ended up in hands that should never have them. He didn’t know where they had teleported them to, but he’d lay a solid bet on a contested region.

“People who had nothing to do with your pathetic dealings. Had it not been for Grant—who begged me—I would’ve handed your daughter over and come for you and your wife myself.” Graham flinched. “You owe me six lives, human.” “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” Graham sobbed, his body shaking against the restraints. Carson didn’t blink. “Sorry won’t bring them back.” And he was right. Sorry doesn’t resurrect the dead. I finally spoke, my voice cutting through the tension. “What happened?” Graham looked up at me, eyes red and desperate. “Why did you back out?” He shook his head violently. “I didn’t. I swear I didn’t.”

“Listen, dude. I’m not interested ok. In whatever games you enjoy inflicting on people. I-“ Josh was silence by the sudden screeching stop they took, hurdling Josh so close to the windscreen his breath misted over. Josh was too out of it to even curse the other, his soul probably on its way to the next life now. He was left frozen, mind absolutely blank with even his name forgotten. “We win,” Xander said, reaching over josh to unbuckle him with one of those shit eating grins that seemed to restart his mind. “Fuck,” Josh whispered and before he knew it, he was throwing up all the contents of his non-existent breakfast. Haha, who’s laughing now motherfucker.

With that, Sean rolled the car window back up, and the black sedan sped off. … That evening at the Lynch residence, Jessica and her parents were about to sit down for a lavish dinner when they learned that Nigel had been bailed out—and that Joshua had canceled Everlast's compensation clause. Jessica was livid, and she nearly flipped the table in rage. Ruth soothed her enough to prevent a scene, but Jessica still collapsed into Steven's arms, tears streaking her face. "Dad! Why would Josh do this? Is it because of Winter that he let the Everharts off? But… earlier today, he promised me he wouldn't go easy on Nigel just because he's Winter's uncle. Was he just lying to me?"

Her eyes burned with exhaustion. But sleep was impossible. Not tonight. *** Hours later, dawn peeled across the city. Pale gold light filtered through her curtains, illuminating her living room. Elara sat rigidly on the edge of the couch, feeling hollowed out. At least the sun brought clarity. As soon as she could breathe again, she called her lawyer. Juliette answered on the first ring. “Elara?” Her voice trembled with fatigue. “I left him.” A slow, deep exhale came through the line. “Good. But you need to be careful now. Damien is…”

While Liam was there, they did not dare to breathe loudly. "I almost made a mistake that would've wiped out my family!" Joshua stared at the scene outside the gate, his face filled with bitterness. Reflecting on what had happened, he had no doubt. Had he persisted in his ignorance, the outcome would have been disastrous. At that moment, he was most grateful for not hiding anything and promptly returning the Zenith Token to Liam. Suddenly, Joshua seemed to think of something. He shuddered and raised his head sharply. "To have trained such a brilliant individual, could it be that Dante isn't dead?"

No deliveries were scheduled for Sundays, yet here they were—clear signs of movement. Meekey crouched by a dumpster and waited. Sure enough, thirty minutes later, a beat-up gray van rolled down the alley, paused at the door, and honked twice. The back opened from the inside. Fast hands passed out crates—marked “Equipment” in bold stencil. She wasn’t close enough to see what was really in them, but she knew it wasn’t jump ropes. Drugs. Maybe weapons. Maybe both. Same old Drew. But cleaner and Smarter.