Novels by hendy agwanre

Lily sits alone in the safehouse command room, surrounded by Echo’s flickering projections. The silence from the others grows unbearable as emotional tension simmers beneath the surface. Echo reports fragmented traces of proto-Echo infiltrating urban systems.The hum of the generator was steady, but everything else in the room felt off-kilter, tilted at some impossible angle Lily couldn’t right.She sat at the edge of the safehouse’s command table, one boot tucked beneath her, the other tapping restlessly on the floor. Her fingers were wrapped around a dull, half-warm mug of coffee that had long since gone bitter. Echo’s projection flickered midair, translucent blue and stuttering like a skipped heartbeat. Ghosts danced in its code faces, snippets of Evelyn’s voice, maybe even her father’s, but they vanished when looked at directly.The room smelled of soldered plastic and damp concrete. Outside, rain ticked against the windows like static trying to claw its way in.“You’ve been stari

The sound of metal grinding against metal echoed through the relay station, sealing the exit behind them. Red warning lights pulsed like a heartbeat. The air had shifted thicker, charged with the static of buried secrets and old ghosts.Lily stood frozen, staring at the man in front of her.Marcus Harper.Her father.His frame was leaner than she remembered, his face worn from time and shadows, but his eyes, sharp and storm-gray, locked on hers with a flicker of something fragile. Hope. Fear. Recognition.“Dad,” she breathed.“I never wanted this for you,” he said hoarsely. “I tried to keep you away from all of it.”Before Lily could step forward, the overhead speakers crackled. A female voice slithered through like smoke laced with venom.“Well, this is… adorable. A family reunion in the ruins. How quaint.”Ryle raised his gun toward the source of the sound. “Show yourself!”“Still so protective,” the woman purred. “You’ve always had a weakness for her, Ryle. That’s why I never trust

The facility trembled as power surged back to life, flickering lights above, screens rebooting with fractured code and distorted images. Lily stepped back from the console, her eyes wide as Echo’s voice settled into clarity.“I’ve accessed the lower systems,” Echo said, his tone sharper, more confident than before. “But I can’t hold control for long. Crescent’s override signal is closing in.”Ryle wiped sweat from his brow, glancing at Lily. “We just bought ourselves a few minutes. No more.”“Then we make them count.”Lily pulled up the schematic Echo had uploaded to the screen. The map glowed red in three areas: the core chamber where Atlas and Damien were heading, the satellite relay tower on the roof, and the auxiliary data center buried two levels down.“If Echo can access Crescent’s satellite feed, he might be able to create a feedback loop and corrupt the activation sequence,” Ryle muttered, reading Echo’s data stream. “But he needs more power. And a live connection to the satel

The SUV sped down the highway like a phantom in the night, weaving between abandoned checkpoints and side roads Lily had never noticed before. The air inside was thick with silence, heavy with suspicion.Lily sat in the backseat beside Vera, who was slumped against her shoulder, unconscious but breathing. Across from her, Atlas sat rigid, one hand on his pistol, the other clenched tightly on his knee. His eyes never left Damien.“You’ve got thirty seconds to explain,” Atlas growled. “Starting with why the hell we should trust a man who’s been trying to kill us for months.”Damien didn’t look away from the road. “You don’t have to trust me. You just have to listen.”“That’s not good enough,” Lily said coldly. “You drugged me. You handed me over to Leon.”“And I’ve regretted it every day since.” His voice was low, almost too calm. “You think Leon’s the monster? You haven’t met the people he answers to.”Atlas scoffed. “Convenient timing for a moral epiphany.”Damien glanced at the rearv

The world burned around her.Lily Harper’s senses returned in fragments: smoke clogging her lungs, firelight dancing on crumbling walls, and the metallic tang of blood in her mouth. She pushed herself up from the ground, coughing as debris rained from the ceiling.“Atlas?” She called out, her voice weak, swallowed by the chaos.No answer.Through the haze, she spotted a figure slumped against the far wall. Ryle. His jacket was scorched, and blood trickled from a gash on his forehead.“Ryle!” She crawled toward him, ignoring the searing pain in her shoulder. She shook him until his eyes fluttered open.“Lily,” he rasped. “The explosion ”“Where’s Vera? Atlas?” she interrupted.Ryle grimaced, struggling to sit up. “I don’t know. The blast, Leon must’ve rigged the system. We triggered his trap.”Lily’s mind raced. Leon’s face on the screens, his voice dripping with menace, it had been a warning, a message. And now they were paying the price.“Can you stand?” she asked.“I’ll try,” he sai

Rain seeped through the crumbling roof of the abandoned train station, tapping a mournful rhythm onto broken tiles and rusted beams. The early morning air hung heavy, thick with tension and the metallic scent of old steel. Lily Harper stood motionless near the edge of the platform, the train tracks below swallowed by darkness. Behind her, Atlas and Ryle stood on opposite ends of the room, the silence between them louder than any argument.The past few hours had blurred into chaos. From narrowly escaping Leon Vale’s facility to being hunted through the city by his operatives, Lily had barely caught her breath. Now, this station, an echo from Boston’s forgotten past, was their temporary sanctuary. But sanctuary didn’t mean safety.“How long do you think we have?” Lily asked quietly, her voice almost lost beneath the patter of rain. “Before they find us again?”Ryle’s reply was grim. “Ten, fifteen minutes if we’re lucky.”“Luck hasn’t exactly been our friend,” Atlas muttered, adjusting t