Warframe Rescue The Contractor Novels & Stories

But not with locals. There were men with cybernetic eyes polishing rifles in the shade of tea shops. There were women in high-tech stealth suits haggling for water skins. Mercenaries. Assassins. The scum of the supernatural underworld. "The Executor wasn't kidding," Catherine whispered, standing close to Jack. She wore a white linen shmagh wrapped around her head, her blue eyes sharp and alert. "It's a convention. 'Bounty Hunter Con 2024'." "And we are the main attraction," Jack smirked. "Let's go say hello."

“Not really. Edward offered me tickets for a cruise with two friends. I leave Thursday night and Brayden gets back Friday according to his personal assistant, Jacob. I hope the cruise will help me to get grounded a bit and refreshed.” “I think that’s a good idea. Just take a moment to breathe and get away from the stress for a moment then come back and get on the same page. From what I’ve seen of your Death Contract, as you call it, legally you’re stuck unless he releases you from your ‘cage.’ Take a vacation, doctor’s orders.”

Souvenir shops were also entertaining everyone that paid interest to their items. There's a lot of people, and Foren was amazed. She figured all she did in her life was work and that she forgot how it felt to have fun sometimes and go to these kinds of beautiful places. “Forestia!” She heard someone's voice calling her name from a distance. Squinting her eyes, Foren scanned through the pool of people until she spotted Rissa waving at her in front of a huge circular bench. In the middle of it was a tall decorative tree standing with bright LED lights wrapped around its branches and served as its vines.

It was the perfect window for an attack, and Trevor, who had been embedded in Goldcrest for a week, was feeding them crucial intelligence and he couldn't wait to receive them. With the help of alpha Diva, he had gotten a place to welcome them so that their arrival wouldn't alert Zeta. The convoy of vehicles moved through the night—warriors distributed across several cars to avoid detection. In the lead vehicle, Brandon drove with steady hands, his eyes focused on the dark road ahead. Trent sat in the passenger seat at the back, his enhanced senses alert to every sound, while Zora occupied the seat beside him, her golden hair catching the passing streetlights. Alpha Diva sat beside Brandon, h

"You allow your people to train, don't you?" "Yes. We offer training sessions for people who are interested in it. It's not mandatory." He explained. "The East region seems to be more stable and safer. It doesn't need to be mandatory, then." "Well, we don't know about the future, do we? It's always better to prepare ourselves beforehand than never." "You're right, Alpha." Then we continued our discussion of rogues and the pack's safety. And he offered help if needed. "My warriors are staying in the nearby city." Alpha Alaric suddenly revealed important information. "They are there as a rescue team to save and protect Amy."

anchor in his gaze. "Now, the 'Gilded' contracts are 'De-materialized'," Ethan promised. "There are no more 'Fake Lover' protocols. There is only the 'Friction' of us. If the Syndicate breaches this 'Winter Fortress,' they won't find a businessman and his 'Asset.' They’ll find a 'Total Sector Resistance'." The Shadow at the Window