Train Spotting Novels & Stories

Copy that lover 1, continue surveilance. The best trap is on route 36, with four corners. Humbee 1, can you read it? Humbee 2 and 3, can you read it? Copy that, Drone 1 No firing, no firing! Eagle 1 in a black sedan. We are 5 miles from route 36. Humbee 1 will go straight to the black sedan; all vehicles will stand by, no firing, no firing! At the intersection of route 36, the black sedan was speeding; then the driver put his foot on the brake; Humbee 1 had just appeared on site.

Five miles later, the SUV came to such a violent stop that my forehead slammed into the dashboard. “Son of a bitch.” I rubbed my head before glaring sideways. “What the hell, Leslie?” He blinked several times. “Sorry.” He pointed through the windshield. “Look.” I followed his finger. Metal spikes stretched across the road from one side to the other. Well… That answered one question. “They’re expecting us,” I said quietly. Leslie nodded his head once. “And they figured we’d use this shortcut.” I leaned back in my seat. “So they know this route too.” Closing my eyes, I reached out through the mindlink. “Byron. Any trouble?”

Spike strips, a meticulously timed blockage, and a crowded perimeter ensured that our vehicles couldn't even clear the loading bay before the SUV vanished into the city traffic. Fine. We didn't need cars. Matteo and I ran into the streets, pushing our physical speed to limits that would look like a blur to any human eye. We tried to catch her scent, to lock onto that sweet, familiar trail of vanilla and rain that always guides us back to her. Nothing. The air was completely sterile. The scent trail had been chemically masked, wiped so thoroughly from the concrete and the wind that it felt like she had never existed at all. Then we tried to listen for her heartbeat again, straining our ears a

I suddenly wanted to explore more, just standing here and looking wasn't enough for me any more, it was like a force was beckoning me into the woods, so with my car locked I made my way into the woods ready to explore what beauty lies deep in there. I just kept walking, when I heard a sound that gave me the fright of my life, only for me to turn seeing it was just a small squirrel looking at me up from the tree, "little squirrel you scared me," I said to the squirrel, not like it cared what I was saying. Laughing a little to myself I continue on my way. Suddenly I realized that I was walking in the woods, it could have been a snake or spider, or

I don't pardon spies. “Boss, we found tire tracks out back—two sets. One belongs to a black SUV, the other to a motorcycle. Looks like they split up about thirty minutes ago.” “Split up?” I hissed. “Exactly. Someone’s feeding them our moves.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “Trace both directions. Use drones if you have to. And I want the mole alive.” “Copy that.” he said and left the room immediately.

The van rumbled to a stop. We moved. The street was silent, empty. We blended into the night, masked shadows among the trees. The trap was already in place—tiny, spiked explosives lined the road, ready to shred his tires the second they made contact. A single buzz in my ear. **"Target approaching."** The headlights slashed through the darkness, twin orbs of white against the black. I inhaled. Waited. The car hit the trap. A violent pop. A scream of rubber against pavement. The vehicle skidded to a halt, metal groaning as it jerked to a stop.

Swiftly analyzing the terrain and their positions, I maneuvered with precision, zigzagging through narrow alleys and darting around obstacles. The sound of screeching tires and roaring engines echoed behind me, urging me to push my mechanical limits further. My sensors monitored the incoming vehicles, gathering data on their speed, trajectory, and any potential weaknesses I could exploit. With each passing moment, my algorithms adjusted and adapted, formulating strategies to outsmart my relentless pursuers.

Smoke puffed from the front left tire. Fuck! This wasn't happening! I was going not ready for this. I threw the gear into park and stepped out. That’s when I saw it. Spike strip. Metal teeth. Placed across the road like a goddamn invitation. What the heck? The was a setup. Definitely! I didn’t even have time to swear before the first shadow moved in the trees. “Tessa, STAY DOWN!” I shouted, drawing my gun and pivoting toward the treeline.

And on each tire—several homemade, sharpened triangular steel spikes gleamed in the pale light. Spike strips. Someone had planted these here. 'An ambush!' This was no coincidence. Those triangular spikes were designed specifically to puncture tires. And they'd been placed perfectly—right in his blind spot. Someone had gotten here before him. And they were fast. Then, an engine hummed in the distance. Jake's eyes narrowed. A minute later, a beat-up yellow taxi rolled into view, stopping about twenty meters from Jake's RV. The doors opened. Two men and a woman stepped out.

They were hunting them. The driver pressed down slightly on the accelerator as they merged onto a wider, multi-lane road, but Adrian immediately cut him off with a low, commanding word, ordering him not to speed. He had no intention of turning a calculated surveillance attempt into a reckless street race. Instead, he instructed their trailing security vehicle to accelerate past them, move farther ahead, and wait near a heavily monitored, well-lit intersection equipped with city traffic cameras. If the SUV maintained its pursuit, they would have undeniable, high-resolution evidence of its systematic tracking.