Rush X Ambush Novels & Stories

* The wind bullet hit the ringleader's head and sank him to the ground, followed by several shots fired from a pair of guns to deal with all the gangsters who were there. *bang!* *bang!*... A 178-centimeter tall man with Caesar cut hair in an orange Airburst body suit takes a pair of guns with the AB logo engraved on them, stows them in a holster at his waist and touches a communicator to his ear. He squatted down and offered his hand to Ravyn, who was trying to push herself off the ground. "An emergency ambulance is coming. Please hang in there Ms.." In a polite yet comforting tone, an Airburst assured Ravyn.

Each man, a shadow, moving with practiced efficiency. Jax’s chest burned. A fierce, protective fire. Hold on, Sarah. Hold on, Lila. I’m coming. The first shot cracked the night open. A sharp, deafening sound. “AMBUSH!” Riot’s roar tore across the yard. Gunfire erupted instantly. Muzzle flashes lit up the dark like frantic lightning. Vultures spilled from the shadows. More than expected. Outnumbered, outgunned, but crazy enough to fight anyway. Their desperation made them dangerous.

They wore the grey urban-camo of the Grey-Claws, the low-level mercenary gang that the Board used for dirty work before they sent in the heavy hitters. The leader, a man with a shaved head and a cybernetic eye patch, racked the slide of a submachine gun. I recognized him. Rook. He was the mini-boss who had chased us through the sewers in Chapter Four. He had broken Dax’s ribs. He had made us run. "Daximus Steele!" Rook shouted, trying to look menacing in the downpour. "The Board sends its regards. Hand over the drive, and we make this quick. Resist, and we "

"Madam, the mission failed. Xavier Grayson arrived early." A cold, feminine voice crackled back, "Then withdraw. Leave no traces. We will find another opportunity." The man stood, signaled his team, and vanished into the shadows of the canopy. The Ambush on the Road Back at the car, Chloe watched the tree line with the eyes of a hawk. Suddenly, three men emerged from the woods. They wore black masks and moved with the silent coordination of special forces. One of them carried a long-range sniper rifle slung over his back.

I didn't say anything, just lowered my head and worked faster to verify the chip serial numbers, silently revising my assessment of him. On the way back, the sky had unknowingly turned gloomy. On the quiet desert highway, several unmarked pickup trucks suddenly appeared, heavy machine guns mounted in their beds. "Shit! It's a Mexican ambush!" the driver yelled, slamming on the gas. Bullets rained down on the bulletproof glass with a teeth-rattling impact. In the chaos, Jasper's voice suddenly rang out, cutting through the gunfire and the roar of the engine, exceptionally calm and clear.

Border Ambush (Lucas’s POV) Isabella still had my shirt in her fists when the first howl cut through the night. It ripped down the dark road ahead of us, sharp and close. Jax’s bike engine roared in answer. “Ambush!” Jax shouted through the mind-link and aloud at the same time. “Front and left, Alpha!” I eased her grip off my shirt. Her eyes were wide, breath still ragged from the nightmare. “Stay low,” I said. “Do not open the door unless I tell you.”

A hidden snare snapped upward from the earth. Rylan reacted instantly, twisting his body midair as the rope yanked him toward the trees. His claws sliced through the rope before it could tighten around his neck. He landed hard beside us. “Damn it,” he growled. Marcus roared in my chest. ‘Ambush.’ The forest erupted with movement. Shadows burst from the trees around us. Rogues, corrupted ones. Their eyes glowed an unnatural crimson in the darkness. There were at least twelve of them. Maybe more.

I am power. Zach stands beside me. Not behind. Not ahead. Beside. “Vehicle approaching,” Rivas says. “Unmarked. Three passengers. Heavy tint.” “On your mark, Director,” Sorrel says. I nod once. “Engage.” The ambush is fast and flawless. They hit the car before it can brake. The driver’s taken alive. The others, less so. Zach doesn’t wait for permission. He drags the survivor to the interrogation cell personally. He doesn’t speak until the man’s been restrained and the camera feed goes live.

“Hunter will be joining us later. Now, enough with the questions, August. Get in the truck. We’ve got a mission to focus on.” Reluctantly, he climbed into the back of the truck, and I followed. As I settled into the driver’s seat, I couldn’t help but mutter a silent curse under my breath. Now I understood why Hunter hadn’t wanted August on his team. He was too inquisitive for his own good. But I had bigger things to worry about, so I pushed the thought aside and focused on the road ahead. The drive to the ambush site was tense. My mind was racing with the possibilities of what could happen. We were targeting Alpha Jackson, a ruthless leader with more blood on his hands than anyone could coun

“A private estate outside the city. Locked down with top-tier security, but we managed to intercept some of his communications.” The Ambush – 11:58 PM The ride to the docks was silent, the kind of silence that crackled with anticipation, with barely restrained fury. Adrian sat in the back of the blacked-out SUV, his fingers tapping against his knee in a slow, controlled rhythm. Across from him, Amelia was checking the sleek pistol Marcus had given her, her expression unreadable. Marcus, sitting in the front passenger seat, glanced at the rearview mirror. “You know this is a setup, right?”