Night Squad Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“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."