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It was 2AM at the time and time just seemed to be passing by so quickly. In just a few moments, Mario and I were going to get into our cars and head down to Vice Springs, the beach were Jeff had reported Andrea. It also came to my attention that at least half of the Miami Vice Police Department were already at home, because of the fact there were preparations for a festival in Downtown Miami Vice for the police. A supposed holiday, and Andrea got stuck with one of the few late night shifts where there were only a few cops around. With my mind still on the events ahead of me, I never heard Mario speak with Diaz about why we were pulling the job tonight.

“Broken night?” Janice questioned. She had been led in as usual, and sat, still cuffed, across the table from Byron. “Hmm?” Byron looked at her, appearing confused. “That's what my mom used to call it when nightmares or something kept waking you up— a broken night.” “Oh,” now he began to understand. “Yeah, it looks like you had one.” “You could say that for sure.” “That's okay, I did too. I was dreaming about Lacey all night, Lacey and that damn snake.”

There are not many things there only a desk with a chair, a bookshelf that's full of books, and a television on the wall. I quickly stepped forward, "SD agent, Katarina Clyde, code Eagle Team." "SD agent, Scout Kipper, code Cayote Team." "AD agent, Kelly Crawford, code Cheetah Team." "AD agent, Johan Marshall, code Kangaroo Team." "SD agent, Britt Preston, code Cheetah Team." "AD agent, Minnie Lopez, code Eagle Team." "AD agent, Hade Fox, code Eagle Team." I turn my head quickly to 'Hade'. Nice try, you impostor.

"A creature of the night. And in the shadows, I’ll remain until they come for me." And then, with a weary sigh, he set about the grim task of disguising the scene as an animal attack. No matter how much he wanted to embrace the bloodlust completely, he wasn’t ready for the council to come for him. Not just yet. *** *PRESENT DAY* Josh scanned the room, looking for the TV remote. The storm warning had been flashing on the screen for what seemed like an eternity, urging the townspeople to take shelter. "Got it!" he exclaimed, summoning the remote with a casual flick of his hand and switching the TV off. A stray cat purred at his feet, winding its way around his ankles. "You think Damien's still

he whispers. “How about now? Do you love yourself?” He shrugs. “More than before.” I keep looking at him and I realize he’s the kind of person whose smile never leaves his face but whose heart never stops breaking. “Good night Keira,” he whispers before turning off the lights. The next morning, I don’t feel Jayden beside me. He must have woken up early. When I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see a bunch of agents surrounding me. “Whoa! What the hell is happening here?” I sit and look around. “I’m pretty sure I haven’t peed on my sheets. Do I have something on my face then?” I raise an eyebrow.

I ran until I couldn't run anymore, until I found myself standing in front of The Riverside Hotel three blocks away. The kind of place Damien and I couldn't afford but that businesspeople expensed without thinking about it. The lobby was all marble and gold accents. At the front desk, a young woman with perfect makeup smiled at me. "Can I help you?" "I need a room." My voice sounded distant. "Just for tonight." She didn't ask about luggage or why I looked like death. She just processed my credit card and handed me a key leading to Room 412. I made it inside, locked the door, and collapsed against it.

*NIGHT* 8:00 PM Back in the room. Safe. Nico and I didn’t talk for an hour. Too much. Then: How was it he asked. Hard I said. But I did it. Yeah he said. You were amazing. You didn’t break. Neither did you. *CHECK IN* 10:00 PM Agent Collins: Day 1 done. 4 more witnesses tomorrow. Then it’s closing. After she left: My name is Aria Bennett. And today I told 12 strangers the worst night of my life.

Her eyes were fixed on him, cold and unblinking even as it was evening he could make out her unpleasant face. The two agents questioned him, asking about his business dealings, about some “unusual shipments” and “financial irregularities.” It was all vague, all just fishing, but the message was clear. They were watching him. They were circling. “We appreciate your cooperation, Mr. Vancouver,” the agent said, after a brief, tense exchange. “You’re free to go. For now. But we’ll be in touch. Don’t think you can hide from us.” Hades got back in his car, his jaw tight. Charon glanced at him in the rearview mirror. “Everything alright, Boss?”

And, maybe, hope. Was it foolish to accept an offer based on a single image? Probably. But Night had always been someone who followed his instincts. And this time, his heart seemed to be pulling him in a direction he couldn’t ignore. Maybe it was just a job. Maybe it was just another project. Or maybe—it was something more. — A week later, Night walked through the glass doors of Dream Entertainment’s headquarters. The building was sleek and modern, with a bright open-concept lobby that buzzed with energy. A staff member led him to a medium-sized meeting room.

The man who thought the law was just another tool to buy. Not tonight. A low voice came over comms. “All teams, green light.” From the shadows, black-clad agents moved like water—spilling over the stone walls, slipping through the side gates, advancing in perfect silence. The only sound was the rain tapping against their helmets and the occasional squelch of boots in wet grass. Damian kept his binoculars trained on the target. Inside the mansion, Vincent was pacing, a phone pressed to his ear. Even from here, Damian could see the way his jaw clenched. He had no idea the storm outside wasn’t just weather.