Chapter 82 Aaron
Aaron
Location: Swiss Alps — Night
The air cuts clean.
Thin. Cold. Unforgiving.
Perfect for disappearing.
Perfect for killing.
Snow crunches softly under controlled steps as we move through the dark.
No wasted motion.
No sound we don’t allow.
This is where Delta Five lives—
in the space between awareness and impact.
Ethan Cross is already gone.
No signal. No trace.
Just absence.
Which means he’s exactly where he needs to be.
Cal Johnson moves behind me—silent, precise, covering angles that don’t exist…
until they do.
Lance kneels at the side entrance, hands steady as he wires the charge.
Not rushed.
Not tense.
Certain.
Jace stands off to the side, scanning the perimeter, that same dangerous grin still in place.
Like this is a game he already knows how to win.
Ronan’s voice slips into my ear.
Calm. Controlled.
“No alarms. No external chatter. He thinks he’s alone.”
Good.
“Let’s keep him happy,” I murmur.
Lance finishes the setup and gives a small nod.
Charge set.
Entry clean.
I glance at the structure.
Reinforced steel.
Buried systems.
A fortress built by a man who thought control was absolute.
I’ve seen men like him before.
They forget one thing.
There’s always someone willing to come through the front door anyway.
I raise my hand.
Three.
Two.
One—
The breach is silent.
Not an explosion.
A precise collapse.
The door gives without a sound.
We move immediately.
Fast.
Controlled.
Lethal.
No hesitation.
No warning.
Because somewhere inside this mountain—
Elias Kade is realizing something went wrong.
And we’re about to make it worse.