Warframe Rescue The Contractor Novels & Stories

“What do you mean?” He let out a slow breath, putting the photo down. “Years ago, before I worked for your father, I was involved in a covert operation. Private contractors—mercenaries, mainly. We took on jobs no one else wanted. Our motto was, ‘the game isn’t over.’ It reminded us that death doesn’t end a war; it just changes who’s playing.” Marco’s brow creased. “You think one of them survived?” “One did,” Nikolai said darkly. “And if he’s back… it’s because he wants something I still have.”

He was perfectly symmetrical, perfectly poised, and utterly Empty. "Greetings, Moon-Apex," the stranger said. His voice wasn't a roar or a hiss. It was a Perfectly Synthesized Resonance, a frequency so clear it made my teeth ache. "My name is Caelum. I am the Secondary Protocol for Asset Recovery." I stepped forward, my fur bristling, the "Too Much" energy flaring in a protective arc around me. "The High Council is dead, Caelum. Valerius is ash. You have no contract here."

"What are you doing in my rig?" Before he could take a step, a dark figure blurred through the trees at the edge of the gravel pit. It was the man in the charcoal suit. He had moved down the ridge on foot while his men watched the road. He didn't look at the contractor. He raised a short black pistol with his left hand and fired once. The contractor collapsed into the dirt without a sound, the wrench clattering against the gravel. The suit turned the pistol toward my windshield. His face was perfectly calm, his tie straight despite the mountain climb.

He exhaled like he’d been drowning for hours. Then he moved. Forward. Fast. He buried his face into her hand like it was the only stable thing left in the world. Arms wrapped around her waist. Hard. Unrelenting. Like if he loosened even a little, he would lose everything. A quiet signal chimed outside the door. The assistant’s voice came through, tense: “Ma’am… we have a situation. Unknown armed contractors detected beneath the Wall Street site. They recovered a fragment of the Damocles system core.”

The sedatives were still in her system. I stood, my body vibrating with the urge to move. I had to do something. I had to find Crystal. “I want everything ready within the hour,” I said sharply to Conrad. “We’re launching a rescue mission. Track down that syndicate. I don’t care how much it costs. I want names. I want locations.” Conrad nodded. “Already on it. We’ve intercepted a few encrypted messages. I’ve got our techs working on decryption.” “I want the best of the elite warriors prepped and ready,” I growled. “No mistakes. We go in, and we take her back.”

always prepared. With her gun slung across her back and a determined, soot-stained visage, Vanessa stepped out from the smoldering ruins behind us. Her voice was raspy from effort as she pleaded, "We have to get moving." "All of the local warlords and mercenaries will be brought in by that explosion." Still holding his portable console in one shaking hand amid the confusion, Kyle staggered toward us. He was alive, breathing heavily, which was a miracle in and of itself.

the lead contractor shouted, his hand flying to his holstered sidearm. ​Before he could draw, a flashbang detonated in the center of the loading bay—not with a loud bang, but with a pressurized thump and a blinding white glare that saturated their night-vision goggles. ​"Contact!" ​Jean-Pierre moved through the white haze like a wraith. He didn't fire a rifle; he preferred the intimacy of a weighted baton and a suppressed pistol. He caught the first contractor in a sweep, the man’s legs giving way as Jean-Pierre’s baton shattered his kneecap. A muffled pfft-pfft from his pistol took out the security lights the contractors were trying to activate.

He had me by the throat and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. I had totally forgotten all about the contract and now my hands are tied. I sank into my seat as I felt the tears form in my eyes. ‘Why the f*ck am I crying?’ I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and exhaled. ‘This is only for a while. The contract is to last for a year, right? You got this. You can do this, Jade.’ ‘He wants to see you break but don’t let him get to you. All you have to do is be good at your job and avoid him, you’ll be fine.’

“You damn Luna have no right to say on my decisions! You know nothing!” “Make a deal with me,” I said loudly. “This power, this blood, this body, all of it is yours the second you catch my mother's killer. For a dying Alpha like you, I'm sure this negotiation won't hurt.” “The Contract Luna.” “What?” I heard him mutter something. That sacred word... it seemed to come out of his mouth. But there's no way he could know it, right? That something is hidden inside my womb.

I grabbed the metal tank, dragging it forward, and slammed the heavy iron base straight into the chute's electronic control panel. SPARK! The wires exploded in a shower of blue sparks, and the metallic hatch violently hissed inward, revealing a yawning, dark void that dropped straight down into the gut of the skyscraper. "There she is!" a booming voice roared from the threshold. I turned my head. Three heavily armed private security contractors wearing Vance Security badges burst into the room. "Shoot her!" Ayra screamed. "Do it now!"