Chapter 65 Aaron
Aaron
Location: Secure Facility — Internal
They don’t come through the doors.
They don’t need to.
The first charge hits—
low.
Directional.
Controlled.
The wall in front of us blows inward—
not chaos—
precision.
Three operators come through the breach.
Fast.
Coordinated.
Weapons already up.
Too slow.
I fire twice.
First drops before his boots hit the ground.
Second pivots—
gone before he can adjust.
The third—
good.
Faster than the others.
He almost gets a shot off.
Almost.
Ronan takes him.
Clean.
We don’t stop.
No time to confirm.
No time to check.
More movement behind us.
More charges.
More entry points.
“They’re flooding,” Ronan says in my ear.
I don’t answer.
I already know.
We move.
Fast.
Smoke fills the corridor behind us.
Alarms finally kick in—
too late to matter.
Shouting echoes.
Screams—
civilian.
Staff.
Irrelevant now.
I filter everything out.
Except threat.
Except exit.
Except her.
We hit the vehicle bay at a sprint.
Lights flicker overhead.
Half the system is already compromised.
“Time?” I snap.
Ronan’s voice comes through, tight and precise.
“You’ve got sixty seconds before they own the building.”
“Plenty,” I reply.
It isn’t.
Not even close.
The garage doors are already moving.
Closing.
Slow.
Heavy.
Deliberate.
“They’re trying to trap us,” Lark says.
Good.
She’s thinking.
“They’re trying to slow us,” I correct.
I don’t stop moving.
I don’t hesitate.
I hit the vehicle—
driver’s side—
engine already primed from standby.
We’re in and moving before the doors are halfway down.
“Hold on.”
I floor it.
The engine roars—
tires scream—
we angle hard—
not straight through—
side impact.
The reinforced barrier explodes in sparks and concrete.
Metal screams.
Glass fractures.
We punch through—
barely.
Bullets slam into the rear panel—
heavy caliber—
controlled fire.
The car fishtails—
grips—
corrects.
And then—
we’re out.
Into the street.
Into the city.
And the world outside—
is already reacting.
Sirens.
Lights.
People running.
Phones lighting up with the truth we just unleashed—
and the violence that followed it.
And behind us—
the building burns.