Night Squad Novels & Stories

“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.

MATTEO {Two Weeks Ago} The bass from the high dimension speakers hit me the moment I stepped in. Around me, the lights flashed different colours: red, blue, violet—then again. The air was heavy with the smell of sweat, perfume, cologne and alcohol. I adjusted the large cap of the black hoodie which I wore low on my head. The gay bar was crowded, dark and loud in a way that made me feel safe. Faces blurred together on the dance floor with no one looking too closely.

"One... two... three." Chaos erupted before the echo faded. Shouts ripped through the night as Jax's underground fighters poured from the shadows like ghosts with teeth. I bolted forward, Lena at my heels, the rest of my squad fanning out in a tight wedge. Gravel crunched underfoot, too loud in the sudden frenzy. "Contact! Two on the left!" Jax barked over comms. A burst of gunfire cracked the air, short and controlled. Not ours. Theirs. Then came the wet thuds of bodies hitting dirt.

But as I lay there, shivering and broken, I saw something else. A pair of headlights appeared at the bottom of the quarry road, tiny twin stars cutting through the dark. Then another pair. Then six more. They weren't the sleek, black SUVs of Ethan’s private security. They were white and blue, flashing with a frantic, rhythmic intensity. Local police. State troopers. The actual cavalry. And right in the middle of the convoy was a van with a massive satellite dish bolted to the top. A news crew. My people. Sort of.

The night air hit me like ice the second I stepped outside. The courtyard was already alive with movement. Warriors rushed between the armoury and the vehicle sheds. Wolves checked weapons, packed supplies, and exchanged clipped orders. Nobody wasted time asking questions. They knew exactly what this was. A hunt. Jaxon was standing beside a large black SUV when we reached the steps. “Four vehicles,” he said as we approached. “Tracking team in the lead. Strike team behind.” His eyes flicked briefly toward me.

“No one shoots except on my signal.” Her team moved closer, forming a protective circle around her. “We support the Lieutenant,” Rowan said firmly. “If she says don’t shoot, then nobody shoots.” They moved quickly. Two reinforced vans were prepared. Natasha, Aaron, Rowan, and a small team climbed into one. Josh and the rest of Natasha’s team took the second. The massive metal gates opened, and the vans drove out into the dead zone beyond the walls. When they stopped, everyone stepped out. The sight was terrifying.

Face was covered in blood from wiping away the stains of hair that fell in my face and the sweat because it felt like a damn workout. In my eyes you are a pussy when you think you only need a fucking gun to protect yourself, thinking you are the men and no person in their right man would think to challenge , would fear you just at the mere sight of a gun but not me apparently. I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death.

“This is Officer Ludwig, badge 4935, requesting backup at the parking lot between Sergio’s and Club Nocturnal.” Nate growled and got an arm free, punching him in the jaw but the officer didn’t budge, holding him pinned to the sidewalk. It seemed to kick in the adrenaline and I turned, stumbling as my leg was having issue just holding me up. Racing around the corner, I ran down the sidewalk along the street until I crossed the street, not caring about traffic that may have been coming.

"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.