Warframe Rescue The Contractor Novels & Stories

Clara tore it open and brought out the white piece of paper with the name CONTRACT written on it. "This is it. I hope you are ready, Clara, because there is no turning back any time soon." He triggered the warning and Clara stared at the contract before picking up a pen and signing herself away.

Renata kissed the little girl’s forehead. Then, Camilla walked out of the door. There was something strange and Bastian needed to help her fix everything. Putting her daughter down before she opened the car door for her daughter, Camilla decided to call Bastian. The man picked up at the third sound. “Hey! Hey, lovely! The girl wants to have fun?” “I’m not here to listen to your stupidity. I need your help.” “About what? Oh! By the way, we need Diego sign the other contract. I can pass the merchandise for the other way we had planned. Camilla, you had to do something.”

“Already scheduled. Warehouse 17, at the old port. Eight o’clock tonight. He’ll be alone. Do you want me to go with you?” “No,” Hector replied immediately. “I’ll handle this one alone. Thank you, Salvior. You owe me one.” “Actually, you owe me about ten, but who’s counting?” Salvior joked, trying to ease the tension. “Be careful, Hector. Marcus isn’t stupid. If he hired someone to beat up Ryan, he might have more cards up his sleeve.” Hector hung up without answering. Moments later, his phone pinged with the photo sent by Salvior. The image clearly showed Marcus — Johan’s business rival — handing a brown envelope to Diego inside a black Mercedes. The date and time in the corner of the photo

"I'm fine." He did not move his hand. *** Two hours outside the city, the convoy was on its way back. The meeting had concluded. Contract signed. Everything finished exactly as it needed to be. Dante sat in the back of the lead car, going through the final documentation on his phone. Around him the road was open, the two trailing security vehicles maintaining their positions, Shark in the front passenger seat running a quiet check with the team. Everything was calm. Then it wasn't. The vehicle came from a side junction—fast and deliberate, angling directly into the path of the convoy. Not an accident. The movement was too precise for an accident.

As the place suddenly devoured by deafening silence, Killix laugh unexpectedly echoed to the whole place. He facepalmed his self. “You don’t even deserve to say that you raised me when in fact you just let me die of hunger back then. You abandoned me, right?” Kill pulled my shoulder as he placed me in front of him and his father. “But to answer your question earlier, yes, this is the woman I found who signed the contract.” He suddenly pushed me towards his father, Villix. My heart suddenly pounds much faster now as the beads of sweat quickly multiplied on my forehead.

“My name is David Miller, and I’ve been appointed by the council to act as Mediator in this dispute. My role is to guide this discussion and aid you in exploring your issues in the hope that an agreement can be reached. Note that both parties are free to leave at any point and that a decision will not be made in your absence. Before we go any further, could each party please introduce themselves, starting with the Applicant?” “Cole Crane, Alpha of the Bone Pack,” the smarmy ass drawled with a self-satisfied smirk. “On my right is my Beta, and on my left is my Head Enforcer. At my back are some of my enforcers.” David nodded, then looked at Dominic. “Now, if the Respondent could also introduc

"We’ve been trying to help you. But there’s only one thing left to do now." "And what’s that?" Eugene gestured toward a door. "Confront him." I glanced at Zaverio, then back at them. "Him who?" Kyle didn’t answer. Instead, he pushed the door open, leading us inside. And that’s when I saw him. The contractor. Zaverio’s body tensed instantly. He didn’t think, he just moved. In seconds, he was on the contractor, grabbing him by the collar and shoving him hard against the wall. His chest rose and fell with sharp, angry breaths.

Weapon drawn before he even straightens up. He doesn't call out. Doesn't ask for ID. He just raises his rifle and targets Isla. I draw my sidearm. Glock 19. Fifteen rounds. MSA Section 4.6 flashes in my mind—The Client shall not interfere with the Contractor's operational decisions. I’m supposed to observe. Stay back. Let the sovereign handle her own war. But this isn't a boardroom. This is a kill box. I fire. Two rounds. Center mass.

He leaned towards his chair and said to him. " Do you know me? I am Trevor Mikhail, I trust you've heard about the Mikhail cartel in Russia" he threatened and Derek looked up ar him as realization hit him that he was part of a deadly cartel and immediately, fear crept through him. " Now you will speak because the person you are trying so hard to cover up for won't even blink her eyes for you" Trevor said.