Night Squad Novels & Stories

Maggie replied, as the others nodded in agreement. “So what’s next boss?” Justin asked sarcastically. “We get a search warrant from Judge Rooney, then we make a bust.” ‘It feels good to be in charge.’ Bryan thought with a smile. ! ! ! ! ! ! The convoy of three black sedans sped through the streets at the upper east side of the city as they made their way to the Bloods crib. Timing was very important in busts like this, as there were always members of the gangs on the lookout. Failing to get to their destination on time meant that they’ll only be busting an ‘empty nest’ .

“You’re not gonna like this,” Nico said, dropping his pack on the table with a heavy thud. Landon looked up from the map spread out in front of him. “Tell me anyway.” Nico pulled a thumb drive from his vest and tossed it down. “Spotted a squad moving low through the southeast ridge. Eight guys. Tactical gear. No insignias. They didn’t look lost.” Max leaned forward from where he was cleaning a sidearm. “Mercs?” “Trained,” Nico said. “Quiet. Coordinated. The kind you don’t send in unless you’re planning to take something and walk away without a trace.”

If those two are mates, and Sadique confirmed that they are, I have no idea how Vivienne is able to resist the bond. Once again, I’m in the van with Jude and Beta Squad. This time we also have Delta Squad, including Lace, Hellfire, and Steel. It’s a bit crowded, but I feel safer going back into the dead zone, knowing we’ve brought every elite fighter we can with us. While Jude and Hijack hook the teams up with body cams, I make sure we have eyes and ears on all of them. Then I connect the two teams so everyone can hear everything. “Nice job, Sphinx,” Hijack says when he gets back to his console.

“We're ready to move.” I gave a single nod and followed them out into the open air for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Fresh wind struck my face. Dropships waited beyond the shattered entrance, their engines humming as rescue personnel secured the perimeter. As we boarded, Officer Brynn fell into step beside me. “The rat forces responsible for your capture have been eliminated, Your Highness,” he reported quietly. “The nest has been destroyed, and the surviving hostiles have been taken into custody.” I stared out across the scarred landscape. “So it's over.”

"Make it fast!" "I'll clear the alley," the second officer nodded, turning on his heel and sprinting down the dim corridor. Moss grabbed the steel handles of the bed, kicking the brake locks open with her boot. "Grab the frame! We push him to the vehicle. If we’re too slow, we’re all dead before midnight." Miles away, water was rushing down the cracked asphalt of the western suburbs. Shinjiro slapped the final buckle on his tactical chest rig, the plastic click sharp in the damp air. He turned his head, staring at the six Tokyo hitters standing in the shadows. They wore heavy black gear, carrying breaching axes and C4.

another notification bloomed on the screen, this one a direct message. J: "I’m in the neighborhood. I saw your location ping. I’m driving a black sedan, plates ending in 442. I’m outside. Come down?" My heart did a jittery, nervous dance. It was impulsive—monumentally stupid, by any reasonable metric—but the sheer boldness of it was intoxicating. In a city where everything was a slow-burn of awkward small talk and ghosting, this felt like an action movie. It was a jolt of adrenaline that I desperately needed. I didn’t even bother to change. I just grabbed my jacket, checked my reflection in the hallway mirror—a pale, slightly disheveled figure—and locked the door.

The doors simply forced themselves apart with a violent, mechanical groan, the pneumatic seals breaking under the pressure of industrial hydraulic spreaders. Six men stepped out of the black shaft. They moved with terrifying, fluid silence—a ghost squad clad in matte-black tactical gear, suppressed submachine guns raised, their faces obscured by panoramic night-vision optics. They didn't sweep the room like police; they moved like a death squad executing a rehearsed slaughter. Julian’s heart hammered against his ribs. He opened his mouth, a desperate, pathetic plea forming on his lips. "Wait! I’m Julian! I—" The squad leader didn't hesitate. He raised his suppressed rifle, aiming the laser s

My job is to lead, to see my squad through this mission, to get in and out. Nick and I say it all the time. In and out. As smooth and as fast as that. I take point, Nick at the rear. We move slow. Steady. Time blurs. The sun is hidden behind thick smoke and dust, the air choking with the scent of fire and blood. We catch broken sleep when we can, but I don’t know how many days have passed. It’s a fucking slog through hell. Then we find them. One of our squads is pinned down—two sides, enemy closing in. They’re human, so we can’t mindlink to let them know we’re here. All we can do is act.

Whatever trouble the girl is in, you know that she's on the right side of it and it's about the demon. Before the other half of Norma's brain could respond, screaming that demons weren't real, and had been taken in by a charismatic sociopath, the girl was gone, deciding on the left hallway which Norma knew led to the loading bay doors. The entire scene occurred in about five seconds. Norma took her hand off the button. “I saw nothing,” She muttered to herself. “Not one blessed thing.” *** The other guard that finally showed up was hardly old enough to bother shaving but still breathed like a man twice his age. Byron wondered how he even got this job.

she said, “especially after what happened last night. But we’re out and no matter what’s happened the kids will still be hungry.” He’d run over to the grocery store early, his eyes gritty from lack of sleep but his body wired. Alex drove the squad car, even though he was only supposed to use it for official business. He’d put his uniform on, too. It felt like armor, protecting him from the people who’d tried to kill him and his family the night before.