Chapter 99 Havoc
Havoc
We hit the ridge fast.
Low.
Silent.
Deadly.
The north side is tighter than it looked.
Narrow path.
Rock face on one side.
Drop on the other.
One wrong step—
You’re gone.
Perfect.
Because it forces discipline.
And we don’t make mistakes.
“Two on the ledge,” Briggs whispers.
I see them.
Guards.
Relaxed.
Wrong move.
I signal.
Two shots.
Suppressed.
Clean.
Both drop before they know we’re here.
“Move,” I say.
We push forward.
Closer.
Closer.
Until we hit the outer wall.
Concrete.
Cold.
Reinforced.
But not perfect.
Nothing is.
I find the seam.
Maintenance access.
Hidden.
Locked.
Not for long.
“Breach,” I whisper.
Briggs sets the charge.
Small.
Precise.
Enough.
We step back.
Three…
Two…
One—
Boom.
Not loud.
But enough.
Door gives.
We’re in.
Inside—
Dark corridor.
Narrow.
Smell of metal and oil.
Footsteps echo somewhere deeper.
“They heard that,” Briggs mutters.
“Good,” I reply.
Because now they come to us.
First contact hits fast.
Two men round the corner—
Weapons up.
Too slow.
We drop them instantly.
Move past.
No hesitation.
No pause.
The place is bigger than it looked.
Layered.
Hallways branching.
Rooms sealed.
Cameras—
Not anymore.
I take one out.
Then another.
“Control room has to be central,” I say.
“Yeah,” Briggs replies. “Or underground.”
Tunnels.
Of course.
Gunfire erupts behind us.
CIA hitting their side.
Louder.
Less controlled.
They’re drawing attention.
Good.
Let them.
We push deeper.
Faster now.
No more stealth.
No more waiting.
This is assault.
A door bursts open ahead—
More hostiles.
Four.
Maybe five.
Tight space.
Close range.
“Clear it!” I bark.
Shots fire.
Bodies drop.
One tries to retreat—
I take him before he clears the doorway.
“Left!” someone shouts.
I pivot—
Another comes from a side hall—
Too close to aim—
I drive forward.
Impact.
We slam into the wall.
Weapon skids—
Doesn’t matter.
I finish it fast.
Step back.
Grab my weapon.
Move.
Always move.
Never stay still.
We reach the central corridor.
Wider.
Brighter.
More guarded.
“Here,” I say.
“This is it.”
“They’re falling back!” Briggs calls.
Good.
Deeper.
Into the tunnels.
Into their last line.
I don’t hesitate.
“Push.”
We hit the main chamber—
And everything opens up.
Massive space.
Concrete.
Steel beams.
And below—
Tunnels.
Multiple.
Branching out like veins.
My stomach drops.
Because this?
This is the heart of it.
This is where they move people.
This is where they disappear them.
Rage hits.
Hard.
Cold.
Final.
“They’re in the tunnels!” someone shouts.
“I see them!”
Movement below.
Figures running.
Trying to escape.
Not happening.
I turn.
Lock eyes with Briggs.
“You take left,” I say. “Shut it down.”
“On it.”
“CIA takes right.”
The agent nods.
Already moving.
I take center.
Again.
Drop down into the main tunnel.
Land hard.
Roll.
Come up firing.
Two targets down.
Third tries to run—
Not fast enough.
The tunnels are tight.
Echoing.
Sound bouncing everywhere.
Hard to track.
Hard to see.
But not impossible.
“Stop!” I shout.
One of them turns.
Weapon up.
Desperate.
Not trained enough.
I drop him.
Another corner.
Another turn—
And then—
I see him.
Different gear.
Cleaner.
More controlled.
Command.
This is him.
This is the one.
The one calling the shots.
The one who ordered it.
The one who killed Tank.
He stops.
Turns.
Meets my eyes.
No fear.
No panic.
Just…
Recognition.
“Well,” he says calmly. “Took you long enough.”
Rage spikes.
But I keep it controlled.
Always controlled.
“End of the line,” I say.
He smiles.
Like he’s heard that before.
“Is it?” he asks.
Then—
He reaches for something—
I fire.
But he moves—
Fast.
Too fast.
Shot grazes—
Not enough.
He drops behind cover.
Damn it.
“Contact!” I shout.
“Command target!”
Briggs’s voice comes back.
“Moving to you!”
I push forward.
Close distance.
Not letting him disappear.
Not this time.
Not after everything.
I round the corner—
And he’s there.
Waiting.
Weapon up.
We fire at the same time.
Everything explodes.