Warframe Rescue The Contractor Novels & Stories

After a few rings, Nyx answered the call. "Hello, who is this??" Nyx said. "Hey Nyx, it's me... It's Katana." As I reply in a weak voice. "Katana??!! Are you ok??" She said with a worried tone. "Nyx it hurts... Please... Make i-it stop..." As I broke down in tears again. "Katana where are you??" I can hear rustling on the other end of the line. I gave her my address. "Does your house has a Helipad???" Nyx asks.

"I bought the 'Explosive Rounds' upgrade for the turret. It cost me three grand. It turns enemy cars into convertibles." Ren checked the mission board. The Admin had posted a new type of contract. It wasn't a dungeon crawl or an assassination. It was pure action. QUEST: THE KESSEL RUN TYPE: Escort / Vehicular Combat. OBJECTIVE: Protect the Royal Caravan. ROUTE: The Scorched Highway (Sector 8 to Sector 1). ENEMIES: The Red Skull Orc Gang. REWARD: 25,000 Gold (Split 3 ways). FAILURE CONDITION: Cargo Destruction.

"We do not know who 'they' are. Do we declare war on shadows?" "We hire someone who specializes in fighting shadows." another Elder, a sharp-faced woman named Selena, interjected. She slid a file across the table toward me. "Aurelian Kest. CEO of Kesthelion Security." I opened the file. The man staring back had cool, assessing eyes and a smile that didn't reach them. His resume was a map of global conflict zones. He was a private military contractor. Specialist in "neutral peacekeeping" and "asset recovery" in volatile regions a polite term for a mercenary who sold force to the highest bidder.

"I've been thinking about what Vincent said. About needing to prove intent. About financial records not being enough." "And?" "And he's right. We need more. We need someone who was there. Who can testify that Antonio specifically ordered the hit." His jaw clenched. "Which means finding someone from that military contractor. Someone who is willing to talk." "They're professionals. They don't talk." "Everyone talks. With the right motivation." He pulled out his phone, showed me a file. "I've had my people digging. The contractor is Kestrel Security and they're not as clean as they pretend. They have enemies. Operations that went wrong. Former employees with grudges."

“I couldn’t have found you at a worse possible time. I can’t stay, not right now.” “I know. You’re in the middle of an operation, an operation you’re running,” I say to him. I do work for all of the elite warriors, tracking down the people they’re looking for so they don’t waste time hunting for someone who has already moved. Raptor was promoted to his position two years ago and runs a very effective team. He sighs and looks at me. “I’m Kit, codename Raptor. You probably don’t have your codename yet,” he says. He must think I’m a first year.

Today we visited 24 companies, so there’s lots to do. Filling glasses, Lucus moves to hand each of us a glass of bourbon, before heading over to his desk to discuss new weapons and contracts with Grant, Marco, Enzo, Dominic and Victor. Victor was part of the Security Enforcers. Even though his main focus was the compound, he always helped with consulting larger shipments as well help plan the security details along with transport routes. Victor is Dominic’s twin and just as good as the rest of them.

Morning came like a hangover—gray, heavy, too bright for the night before. Varian stood at the window, bare-chested, phone pressed to his ear, jaw set. The skyline flickered with news drones; the city hadn’t slept either. Liora stirred in the bed behind him, the sheets still tangled with last night’s chaos. “Ines,” he said into the call. “Start over.” Her voice crackled through static. “The Marcelli scraps just allied with two Arbiter cells. Someone’s paying mercs by the hour. And there’s chatter about a new contractor—calls himself The Harrow.”

creatures shattered completely. They exploded into clouds of white powder. "Resonance!" Kai realized. "He's finding their breaking point!" "Keep going, Leo!" I yelled. Leo was acting as a living tuning fork. He slammed the staff down again and again, sweating, pouring his energy into the physical vibration. Thump. Thump. CRACK. Whole rows of the enemy disintegrated under the barrage of gunfire and vibration. We pushed forward. We stepped over the drifts of white dust. "Push them back to the tree line!" Damian ordered. THE ABOMINATION We were winning. We were driving them back. And then, the trees parted. Something stepped out of the forest. It wasn't a soldier. It was a siege engine. It was

Matteo replied. "I don't have time to do anything now. I'm occupied." "Boss. This is a sure deal, boss. I don't think it's nice to reject this offer." "What's it about?" Tristan asked. He pulled out a cigarette pack from his front pocket. "Here boss." Matteo said, stretching out a lighter. Tristan took it from him, light one of the cigarette stick. "It's a contract killing job. A really bad man who has terrorised an empire. He needs to go down."