Night Squad Novels & Stories

“Greg, it’s Mark. I’m sorry to wake you up so late, but Tabitha’s been in an accident. I need to get to the hospital immediately. I can’t take Christian with me. Can you guys watch him for me?” Greg was awake now. He sat up in bed, waking Nancy up. She started grumbling about it until she heard Greg talking to Mark. “Yeah, man, we’ll watch Christian. Do you need me to come get him?” Greg asked. “No. I’ll bring him there on the way to the hospital. I have to go so I can get there.” “Ok, be careful.” “What’s going on?” Nancy asked as Greg hung up. “Tabitha has been in an accident. Mark is bringing Christian here. He sounded really bad. I think it was a bad accident.”

Robin Ryder himself and a couple more people including Britney where hovering over Justin as first aid was applied whilst the sound of ambulance sirens grew louder with each growing second. Through the darkness, the crowd and the commotion I was able to slip past unnoticed, holding onto my wet ripped under shirt with one hand and my fuzzy oversized one accompanied by my camera bag in the other. Making it toward the parking lot, I fished for the keys in my bag. Thanking god Britney hadn’t carried a purse tonight and used me as a human carrier bag. Slipping into the car, I breathed out trying to regulate my breathing, unable to come to terms with what had just happened in the span of the last

our tech guy says through the headset. “Bomb Squad One in place,” comes another voice. “Bomb Squad Two in position. Cutting green wire on One… and blue on second one. 3… 2… 1… 3… 2… 1… No boom. You’re clear to enter,” says the second squad leader. “Snipers have eyes. You’re good to go,” adds our lead sniper. We move fast and silent across the parking lot. Matt, Vincent, and I each take a separate door. Guns drawn.

Lilly’s POV We walked for hours, the cracked highway stretched endlessly ahead, each mile marker was covered in dust with splatters of blood. The wind was blowing hard enough to push us back towards the compound we've left behind. Chicago was a shrinking shadow behind us with it's skyscrapers leaning instead of standing tall. The road south twisted between forests that were empty of leaves from the trees that were charred and split open. John led the way with his rifle raised with Scarlet walking beside him scanning every ditch and broke down car. Liam was at the rear, silent and tense, his eyes always drifting towards me as though he expected me to burst into flames and maybe he wasn't wron

The stars seem to be shinning brightly as night falls and the animals and insects of the night seem to come alive as darkness falls. At the end of the street I see movement, and I hear a loud grunt from over where Nick was tied. Suddenly there is a loud tearing noise, and then a loud scream. “Alex!” I hear Ash’s voice from down the street; I turn to where Nick was originally sitting and see the space vacant. Worry begins to build in my gut, and I see Ash come sprinting up the street.

I immediately rushed to him and explained the situation. He cautiously pulled me aside and called the cops. "Dr. Larson, you're not in a good state right now. Let me take you outside." He escorted me out of the third ward with a baton in his hand. I turned back to see the other guards forming into smaller groups, splitting up to look for the killer. On the way, the streetlights above me suddenly lit up once more. Albert explained, "The circuit breaker for the lights broke down today. Looks like they've fixed it."

The next twenty-four hours passed in a blur of preparation and barely controlled tension. The Saints' clubhouse had transformed into a military command center, with weapons being cleaned and loaded, surveillance equipment tested, and escape routes memorized. Ghost worked tirelessly at his computers, hacking into security feeds around Venom's compound while Diesel coordinated the positioning of backup teams throughout the city.

They had been driving for an hour, and not once had either spoken until the secure phone built into the dashboard lit up and rang, stealing the silence. The driver didn’t hesitate. He pressed a button, and the line connected with a low beep. “This is Squad V12,” he said formally, voice low and composed. “Cargo is secured. She’s stable.” There was no reply for a moment. Then came a voice, a female, young, yet commanding in a way that could freeze blood. The kind of voice one didn’t interrupt. One that was rarely heard. “Status.” “She’s unconscious, but alive. No complications.” He replied in a heartbeat, then,

He kicked the doors open as he rushed into the hospital, with Matteo right behind him, one of the nurses noticed him and rushed towards him as the other brought out a stretcher, he placed Nate on it gently, while he followed them as they wheeled him in "What happened to him sir"? One of the nurses asked "He was shot" he rushed out, as he watched Nate's closed eyes, he looked almost lifeless laying down there, by now more than two nurses had surrounded the stretcher as they wheeled Nate closer to the room, one of them stepped up and placed her hand on Spade's chest "Sir, I'm sorry but you can't go past this point, we're going to take it from here" she mutttered, he growled out about to oppose

glares at them with a scary look on his face but when he observes them, there was something that he can take advantage of. The hands of the teens were shaking! they are not accustomed to confronting other people aside from the zombies! “hahaha squad fire!”- Lt. Madat. he raised his hand while pointing his finger towards the group, laughing maliciously they rain down bullets towards them this action mostly shocked the group, these police officers were insane! Sunny doesn’t waste any moment. He pulled the three and using his body as a shield; he blocks the incoming bullet! *BANG* *BANG* *BANG*