Warframe Rescue The Contractor Novels & Stories

He would make his billion dollar fortune back within the decade, while I walked away with the billion that he had already made. My lawyer nudged me, telling me it was time for us to go, so I gathered my purse and walked out of the conference room without looking back. I couldn’t even allow myself to think as I ran on autopilot all the way to the car. I wouldn’t let him see me break though, I couldn’t. I knew he would try to fix it, he would want to hold me to stop the tears and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop him. I also knew I couldn’t allow him to get that close to me ever again, because I wouldn’t be able to force myself away again. No, I had to stay strong, Jazmine needed me to be stro

"Can handle herself. You can't. Move." She pulled me through alleys I didn't know existed. Past buildings that looked abandoned but weren't. Through a doorway that led to underground tunnels. We ran for what felt like hours. Finally, we emerged outside the city. A safe house sat hidden in the trees. The woman pushed me inside. Locked the door. Drew curtains. "You're safe. For now." I collapsed into a chair. My heart was still racing. "Who are you?" "Kira. Nyx contracts me sometimes. Rescue operations. Extraction. The occasional assassination." She moved to the window. Watching. "She said you were researching monastery records. Got what you needed?"

Smoke filled my lungs. Through the chaos, I saw them. Four men in tactical gear advancing through the smoke. Not bikers. Not cartel. Military precision. Professional killers. "We have got contractors!" Knox shouted. "Someone hired mercenaries!" One of them raised a rifle toward Albert. I did not think. Just moved. I crashed into Albert from the side, knocking us both down as bullets chewed up the ground where he had been standing. "Eva, what the hell—" "Saving your life. Again. You are welcome." I rolled off him, grabbed his spare gun from his waistband. "How many rounds?"

I memorized the faces of the mercenaries, though they were masked. “Identify the gear,” I said to Christian, who was standing beside me, his face grim. “Tactical vests are military grade,” Christian noted, his voice low. “Movement is precise. These aren’t street thugs, Xander. These are contractors. Private military.” “Who hired them?” “Arnett doesn’t have the capital for a team like this,” Christian said. “Someone bankrolled him.” I turned away from the screen, the image of Eliana’s limp body burned into my retinas.

But Jax fought it, stepping closer. “I’m sorry, Resonator,” he said, almost sadly. “But this is survival.” Before anyone could react, a new explosion rocked the far end of the tunnel. Corporate soldiers poured in, visors glowing, weapons raised. Director Harlan’s voice echoed again through their comms: “Priority target is the Resonator. Take her alive.” Kael roared and finally managed to pull free from me with a wet sound that made my face burn with shame and lingering pleasure. He shoved me behind him, partially shifted, claws out, shielding my mostly naked body with his own.

"Connor Grant is a Close Protection specialist, runs his own bodyguard team and he's a guest on the island just now while he recovers from injuries." "What kind of injuries?" "Gunshot wound to the right leg. Did you hear about Sir Richard Branson's Island? Had a big fire on it a while back?" Mark frowned, remembering seeing headlines about it on the net. "Something about Kate Winslet rescuing his mom?" "That's it," Jasmine nodded. "Well, Connor is a friend of Kate's. He's done some work for her in the past and is tight with her family, so he was out there on vacation with them, as guests of Richard Branson."

There he stayed, fixed in place, staring with eyes too deep to ignore. Shivers ran down my spine as I hugged my ribs tight, like pressure could keep what was cracking inside from spilling out. “The contract was my safety net,” I whispered, tears falling freely now. “It was supposed to protect me. From repeating the past. From being trapped. From trusting too much and ending up… broken again.” Truth stayed locked for now - the return, the way life faded in that eastern room while everything else just kept turning. Still, pieces found their way out. What I could offer, I did.

He unlocked his phone and opened the message to read, ╭───────────────╮ Vito: Man, you didn't tell me you went to France, look for his daughter! If you'd let me know, I would've come with you, you fucker. ╰───────────────╯ While engrossed in reading this message, another notification from Marco appeared on the top of his phone's screen. He opened the message and saw Marco's text, ╭───────────────╮ Marco: Bro, your girl's here, Photo attached; The file has all the details about her.

Elena instinctively grabbed the edge of the desk. "What was that?" Marcus rushed to the emergency camera panel. Static. Then one camera flickered to life. The main entrance. The reinforced steel doors had been blown inward. Dark-clad tactical operatives poured into the building.Not police. Not military. Private contractors. Disciplined.Methodical. At least fifteen of them. One of the men removed his helmet and Marcus's face turned pale.”No..." Elena noticed immediately. “You know him." Marcus nodded slowly. “I trained him."