Night Squad Novels & Stories

Remembering that we were close friends before we decided to marry each other, I didn't expect us to be brothers-in-law now. "Okay, sorry, but can you please call Adam? I'm really begging you. If Adam isn't here, I'll probably be a name tomorrow," I pleaded. "Yes, Miss, I will call Mr. Adam." The woman walked away. As she disappeared behind the wall, I caught sight of a black car that had just pulled into the driveway. Shortly afterward, Gavin appeared to get out of the vehicle. I paused. How could that man have come so early? Seeing as I was already awake, could his next move be to kill me? No, I can't die here. I can't give my life to that man.

Lab Perimeter – 3 Minutes Later Black SUVs screeched to a halt outside the facility's concealed entrance, their armored hulls gleaming like beetles in the pre-dawn darkness. Armed men spilled out like shadows given substance, their movements coordinated with the precision of operators who had conducted this type of raid dozens of times before. Night vision goggles and tactical gear made them look less than human—death walking on two legs, equipped with the latest in military technology and utterly devoid of conscience.

“My charm may be irresistible but my demographic is really teen girls. Not so much grownup security dudes. It was just natural for me to give a reason for coming here and I said I was just visiting my bro in Camp Unplugged. Geuraeseo? It’s not a big deal.” In the graveyard silence, they hear the roar of a car engine mounting the steep street and getting closer. Soon, headlights sweep at them and Nate’s eyes widen as he sees ROTC Sergeant Luna behind the wheel and Miss Perfect sitting next to him. Caught in each other’s headlights, all four of them probably look like startled deer. “Oh no…” he mumbles. “Pali pali!” Shadow shouts and swings his leg over onto the driver’s seat. “Hop on!” ****

The Kutcher Squad asked cautiously, looking at Lucas. Kutcher was the general term used for the hunting squad in Confluence Base City. There were a dozen or so squads in total, and the squad next to Lucas happened to be the Kutcher Squad 2. “Light, what are you guys still doing here? You should hurry up and head back to the headquarters. Jackson Sanford is coming.” At that moment, a Rank 1 Evolved One walked over and said to the Kutcher Squad 2’s leader. As soon as he finished speaking, the Rank 1 Evolved One ran off.

James Although the snow is deep and thick, a lot of traffic has been up and down the normally peaceful mountain road. The sky is clear and starry, but the stillness of the night is shattered by the wail of sirens and the flashing of blue lights. Hordes of people are milling around, blue-uniformed police, medics in white coveralls and, it runs a chill through me, sharp-shooters bearing rifles. I step out of the car to see one unconscious body is being stretchered to an ambulance....

Could he be any more obvious? I jogged and caught up with them. “By the way, where are the other squads?” I asked Niko as I fell beside him but Resha answered my query instead. “They are on secure and recovery duty,” Resha replied, turning to face me. “Adonis’ squad is securing the southern border in case the girl tries to escape and Kyra’s squad is planted in the surrounding area where the girl was spotted in case we need any backup or extraction,” she put up two of her fingers beside her face and nudged them forward, “We are the strike team, the go team.”

Ciara called out on my way to the room, but I turned deaf ears. I sat down at the dressing table and thought of how I created a wedge between the girls. Everything is happening because of me. What must I do to make things right again? I placed my elbow on the dressing table and placed my palm confusedly on my head. ARNOLD'S POV. It was 9:53pm when we arrived in Nigeria. I and Loveth were both in a cab on our way to a hotel, both clad in a black pullover because of the cold weather. I looked towards her direction, but she was looking outside the car's window, viewing the shining star, I guess. The red light above us, above the car and above the few houses in the city of Lagos. She must be ign

I command “Yes.” She breathes nodding before turning her head away from me. As soon as I reach my armoury room I change into a pair of dark jeans, a black V-neck t-shirt and put on my boots. I strap on my 9mm underneath my shirt, grab my sniper case and insert my Matsuda blade onto my back. I was getting ready to party.

, Another member of Nighthawk, the strategist analyzed. The Nighthawk team were the strongest in the Blood Gang and their missions have always been completed perfectly. They comprised of the captain, strategist, hacker, and assassin, making them the most feared four in the underworld. As long as they were sent out, their targets have always died without a trace. "Can you handle them?", Ryan raised his eyebrows and asked perfunctorily even though he was already aware of the answer. "Perfectly, Boss!", The Captain, One answered confidently.

Oscar called out, “Chasov didn’t make it. He’s gone.” No one batted an eye. Diane “Rayne” Santos—the MIT1 sniper—came through the comms. “White Mercedes heading this way—ETA thirty seconds.” The teams ghosted and moved into position as the vehicle pulled into the triple garage. Johnny crouched behind the kitchen island, waiting for the target to walk from the mudroom into the kitchen. He didn’t wait long. Two steps in, the suspect barely had time to throw keys on the counter before seven men ambushed him. “Hands up. Hands where we can see them.”