Kalos Route 2 Novels & Stories

Routes, tunnels, and lots of hidden chambers. “This can’t be accurate,” I say. “Your father would never leave his supply routes exposed like this.” “They’re not exposed,” Kalen replies. “They’re underground. They are old mining tunnels, he repurposed them to run straight into the heart of his camp. He uses them to move his possessed army without anyone noticing.” “And you’re saying you can get me through them?” He nods. “If you follow my lead and do exactly what I say.” I stare at the map for a while, tracing one of the red lines with my finger. It leads from the forest edge straight to a marked point labeled Lower Chambers.

The route is deployed. What comes next is what comes next.

Leo gasped. "Hold on!" Silas barked. He spotted the green exit sign flashing past – *Route 23A - 1 Mile*. He wrenched the wheel hard right, cutting across the empty lane towards the exit ramp. The sedan followed instantly, its tires screaming as it took the turn too fast.

Dima hovered, suspicion radiating like heat. “You adjusted Choke Point 3,” Kael said. “Rerouted guard rotation. Added a decoy car.” “And hardened the comms,” she said. “If someone’s listening, they’ll think you’re more paranoid than you are.” His mouth twitched. “That’s hard to do.” He scrolled further. The exploit was buried under jargon and legitimate improvements. “Looks clean,” he said finally. Dima grunted. “For now.” Kael ignored him. “Push it,” he told Lys. “Route 7 only. I want it live by tomorrow.”

“If the weather holds, this might be the best festival we’ve had in years.” Kira glanced toward the entrance of the clearing where more decorations were being brought in. “Visitors will begin arriving by late afternoon,” she reminded them. Rowan stretched his arms lazily. “Well then, we better make sure everything looks impressive.” —------- Meanwhile, many miles away, Kali was already on the road back to the Black Moon Territory. His car moved steadily along the winding highway, the forest growing thicker as he approached pack lands. His phone rested on the passenger seat. A faint smile crossed his face as he reached for it. He dialed a familiar number.