The bunker was dimly lit and smelled of damp earth. The walls were lined with metal shelves holding supplies: canned food, medical kits, and ammunition. A single table dominated the center of the room, maps and files spread haphazardly across its surface. The team sat in uneasy silence, their faces drawn and exhausted. The ambush had left its mark—not just on their bodies, but on their trust in one another.Damian broke the quiet, his voice low but commanding. “We have a mole. There’s no question about it now.”Sage shifted uncomfortably, her back against the cold concrete wall. She glanced at each team member in turn, searching their faces for guilt, fear, or any telltale sign of betrayal. Adrian, his arms crossed defensively. Elias, quiet and watchful. Maya and Alex, sitting close together, their expressions unreadable.“We need to address this head-on,” Damian continued. “But first, we regroup and figure out our next move against Bancroft. The ambush proves we’re getting close to s
The room was deathly silent as everyone stared at Elias. His calm demeanor in the face of discovery only made the revelation more chilling.“You’ve been working with Bancroft this whole time?” Damian’s voice was low, dangerous, like the calm before a storm.Elias tilted his head, his lips curling into a smirk. “Define ‘working.’ I prefer to think of it as playing both sides. It’s a much more… lucrative arrangement.”“You sold us out,” Sage said, her voice trembling with rage. “You let our people die—Ambrose, Rachel—all of them!”Elias shrugged. “Collateral damage. You know as well as I do that no one walks away from this clean. Bancroft’s resources were better than Damian’s misguided ideals. I made a choice, and honestly, I don’t regret it.”“You’re a traitor,” Adrian spat, his fists clenched at his sides.“And you’re predictable,” Elias shot back, his smirk widening. “Always so righteous, so sure of your moral high ground. That’s why you’ll lose.”Damian stepped forward, his eyes bla
The bunker was no longer a refuge. It was a powder keg waiting for a spark. Tensions ran high after Elias’s betrayal, and his cryptic revelation about Bancroft’s endgame had shaken everyone to the core. For Sage, the world had narrowed to two questions: how to stop Bancroft and whether she could still trust the team she was risking her life for.The morning after Elias’s interrogation, the group gathered around the war table. Maps, intercepted messages, and hastily scribbled notes cluttered the surface. Damian stood at the head, his presence commanding as ever, but there was an edge to his tone that betrayed his frustration.“We’ve located Bancroft’s potential network hub,” Damian said, pointing to a spot on the map. “It’s a fortified facility in the city’s industrial zone. If we take it out, we cripple his ability to launch the system.”“Fortified?” Adrian asked, arching a skeptical eyebrow. “How fortified are we talking?”“Private security, automated defenses, and a direct connectio
The aftermath of their mission at Bancroft's hub was not the triumph they had hoped for. As the team returned to the bunker, the silence in the convoy was deafening. They had stopped the launch sequence, but the looming specter of Bancroft’s retaliation hung over them like a storm cloud.Sage stared out the window, watching the city lights blur past. Her body was tense, her mind replaying the events over and over. The moment the countdown froze. The faces of the guards she’d taken down. The knowledge that they were running out of time.“What’s our next move?” Adrian’s voice broke through the quiet as they pulled into the bunker.Damian killed the engine and turned to face the team, his expression unreadable. “We regroup. We analyze the data we pulled from the hub and figure out where Bancroft’s next move will be. This isn’t over until we take him down for good.”---Back in the bunker, Alex immediately got to work on the data they’d extracted. The rest of the team dispersed, each retr
The Johannesburg operation had been a success, but the scars of the battle lingered. As the sun rose over the distant horizon, Sage leaned against the side of the armored truck, staring at the endless expanse of dry grass and distant city lights. Damian was inside, patching into the satellite feed to check on the others.The rhythmic hum of the truck’s idling engine didn’t do much to calm Sage’s nerves. She could still feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins, her muscles stiff from the firefight. They’d disabled one of Bancroft’s hubs, but there were still too many left.The door creaked open, and Damian stepped out, his expression neutral but tense. He had a satellite phone in his hand, its antenna extended skyward.“How bad is it?” Sage asked without looking at him.“Alex and Maya ran into trouble in London. They’re pinned down and haven’t made it to the server yet,” Damian said. “Adrian and Elias hit their hub in Singapore, but Bancroft’s people were waiting for them. They b
The air in the safe house felt heavier than ever. The team had barely escaped the trap Bancroft had set, and although they were alive, their spirits were battered. Sage sat at the edge of the table, staring at the schematics Alex had pulled up on her tablet. Despite the room’s warmth, she felt a cold weight settle over her.Damian entered the room, his movements sharp and purposeful as always. He carried the air of a leader, but tonight, Sage saw something different—a crack in the armor. His jaw was tight, his shoulders tense, and his eyes... his eyes carried exhaustion, guilt, and something she couldn’t quite place.“Status?” Damian’s voice cut through the silence.Alex looked up briefly. “The virus destabilized part of Bancroft’s network, but he adapted too quickly. He’s already rerouted key operations to secondary hubs. It’s like trying to corner a shadow—every time we think we’ve got him, he slips away.”“Figures,” Maya muttered, slumping against the couch, her injured arm in a sl
The boat sped away from the wreckage of Bancroft’s mobile hub, its engine humming steadily over the crashing waves. Sage sat at the stern, her hands gripping the cold metal edge of the boat, her heart still racing from the chaotic escape. The salty spray of the ocean stung her face, but she barely noticed. Her mind was consumed with the memory of the server room: the suffocating heat, the flashing red alarms, and the echo of gunfire that seemed to chase her through every corridor.Damian was at the helm, his focus locked on the distant coastline. The others sat in silence—Adrian and Maya nursing minor injuries while Alex worked furiously on her tablet, trying to assess the impact of the virus they had just unleashed.“Status?” Damian called over the roar of the engine.Alex didn’t look up. “The virus is spreading through Bancroft’s network, but it’s slower than expected. He must have redundancy protocols in place.”“Can it still take down his operation?” Sage asked, her voice sharp wi
The offshore base loomed in the distance, a jagged silhouette against the stormy night sky. The North Sea churned angrily around the speedboat, icy waves crashing against its hull. Sage gripped the edge of the seat as a particularly large swell jostled them, spraying icy water into the air.“You okay?” Damian asked, his voice cutting through the roar of the wind.She nodded, her eyes fixed on the dark structure ahead. “I’ll be better when we’re inside.”“Stick to the plan,” Damian said, his tone firm but tinged with an undercurrent of concern. “In and out. Minimal engagement.”Sage shot him a small smile. “I think I’ve heard that before.”Damian’s lips twitched upward, but the humor didn’t reach his eyes. The tension from their kiss the previous night still lingered between them, unspoken but heavy. Neither had addressed it during the frantic preparations for this mission, and now wasn’t the time.Alex’s voice crackled in their earpieces. “You’re about 500 meters out. The currents are
The soft whir of the espresso machine blended with the quiet hum of conversation in the café. Morning sunlight streamed through wide windows, bathing the cozy space in a golden glow. Maya stood behind the counter, tying her apron as she handed a steaming latte to Mrs. Cartwright.“Thank you, dear. This will get me through the day,” the older woman said, her smile warm as she took her cup.“Always happy to help,” Maya replied, watching Mrs. Cartwright settle into her usual spot by the window.Three months had passed since the wedding, and life had begun to fall into place. The café—her dream—had grown into something more than just a business. It was a community now, filled with regulars who treated the space like home. The renovations had given it a fresh look, with a larger counter, modern equipment, and a small stage for events. Yet it still carried the same charm it always had, the same welcoming spirit that Maya had poured into every detail.The bell above the door jingled. Maya gl
Back at the safehouse, the team gathered around the table, the flash drive sitting ominously in the center. The tension in the room was suffocating as if everyone was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Alex plugged the drive into her laptop, her fingers flying over the keyboard.“Give me a minute,” she said, her voice steady but laced with urgency.“Take your time,” Drake quipped, leaning back in his chair. “It’s not like we’re racing against the clock or anything.”Sage shot him a glare. “Not helping.”“Relax,” Drake replied, raising his hands in mock surrender. “I’m just saying—”“Quiet,” Damian interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument.The room fell silent, save for the soft clicks of Alex's keyboard. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on her screen, the tension palpable.“Got it,” Alex finally said, her voice breaking the silence. “The drive’s encrypted, but I’ve cracked the first layer. It’s a manifest—cargo logs, supply routes, personnel assignments…”“And?” Damian pressed.A
The soft whir of the espresso machine blended with the quiet hum of conversation in the café. Morning sunlight streamed through wide windows, bathing the cozy space in a golden glow. Sage stood behind the counter, tying her apron as she handed a steaming latte to Mrs. Cartwright.“Thank you, dear. This will get me through the day,” the older woman said, her smile warm as she took her cup.“Always happy to help,” Sage replied, watching Mrs. Cartwright settle into her usual spot by the window.Three months had passed since the wedding, and life had begun to fall into place. The café—her dream—had grown into something more than just a business. It was a community now, filled with regulars who treated the space like home. The renovations had given it a fresh look, with a larger counter, modern equipment, and a small stage for events. Yet it still carried the same charm it always had, the same welcoming spirit that Sage had poured into every detail.The bell above the door jingled. Sage gl
Morning sunlight poured through the café’s storage room windows, painting the space in a warm, golden light. Today, the room wasn’t just for storing supplies—it had become Sage’s bridal suite. Lavender scents mingled with the faint aroma of coffee, adding a calm, familiar touch to the excitement in the air.Sage stood in front of the full-length mirror, hands smoothing over the soft lace of her wedding gown. The dress fit perfectly, its delicate patterns a quiet nod to the latte art she loved so much. For once, everything felt right—elegant yet true to her.Alex, her best friend and maid of honor, adjusted the pearl-studded veil. “Sage, you’re not just glowing—you’re basically showing off now,” she teased, stepping back to admire her work.Sage chuckled, her nerves easing a little. “If I look this good, it’s because of all the fuss you’ve been making.”“Someone has to make sure you’re perfect,” Alex said, straightening a loose curl. Her voice softened as she caught Sage’s gaze in the m
The apartment above Sage’s Haven was quickly becoming more than just a living space—it felt like home. Exposed brick walls framed the cozy rooms, while the wide windows let in golden sunlight that painted everything in warmth. It was modest but inviting, much like the life Sage and Damian were building together.That morning, Sage had busied herself rearranging the living room while Damian tinkered with her stubborn coffee grinder at the kitchen table.“Do you actually know what you’re doing?” she asked, leaning against the counter, a grin tugging at her lips.Damian squinted at the machine, screwdriver in hand. “Of course I do. Drake’s fixed stuff like this a hundred times.”“Drake also set Alex’s toaster on fire the last time he ‘fixed’ something.”He glanced up, mock offense flashing in his eyes. “That was one time. And anyway, I’m not Drake.”“Thankfully,” she teased.He smirked, though his focus quickly returned to the grinder. Moments like this had become their norm—quiet, playf
The morning air carried a crisp freshness as Sage and Damian strolled down the cobblestone street toward the café. They had spent weeks bringing the place back to life, but today was different. The grand reopening of Sage’s Haven was finally here—a milestone that once seemed like a distant dream.Sage stopped a few steps from the door, her gaze fixed on the café. The new sign gleamed in the sunlight, its elegant lettering standing as a testament to her hard work and resilience.“This is really happening,” she murmured, her voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and excitement.Damian stepped closer, placing a steadying hand on her back. “It is. You’ve earned this moment, Sage. No one deserves it more than you.”She turned to him, her eyes shining. “I couldn’t have done this without you. You’ve been my rock through everything. This café—it’s as much yours as it is mine.”His smile was gentle but firm. “No, this is all you. I’m just lucky to stand beside you.”Before she could respond,
The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains of the safehouse, illuminating the room with a warm golden glow. Sage stirred awake, her body aching but her spirit feeling lighter than it had in days. She blinked up at the ceiling, trying to process everything that had happened. The final confrontation with Elena was behind them, but the scars—both emotional and physical—would take time to heal.Her hand instinctively moved to her side, where the gunshot wound was healing. The pain was still sharp, but it was nothing compared to the torment of seeing Damian’s anguish as he held her in his arms that night. She turned her head to see him sitting in the chair by the window, watching her.“You’re awake,” he said softly, his voice laced with relief and fatigue.Sage gave him a small smile. “Barely. Have you even slept?”He shook his head, standing and moving to sit beside her. “Not much. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”Her heart ached at the sight of him. His normally strong and c
Morning light seeped through the blinds of the safehouse, casting a muted glow over the room. Sage stirred in her bed, her breath catching as the sharp pain in her side reminded her of the bullet wound. It hurt, but it was manageable—enough to remind her she was alive.In the chair beside her, Damian slumped forward, his head resting on folded arms. His exhaustion was written all over his face: the dark circles under his eyes, the tension in his jaw, the weight of too many sleepless nights.“Damian,” she said softly, her voice a little hoarse.He jerked awake, his eyes wide as he took her in. Relief softened his expression, and he sat up straighter. “You’re awake.”“I am,” she murmured, offering him a tired smile. “But you look like you haven’t slept in days.”He shrugged, brushing off her concern. “I didn’t want to leave your side.”“You could’ve at least taken a nap,” she teased gently, though her gratitude ran deep.“I couldn’t,” he admitted. “Not after everything.”“How bad is it?
The room was hushed, filled only with the sound of Sage ’s shallow breathing and the rhythmic beeping of the makeshift medical equipment Alex had hastily set up. Damian hadn’t left her side, his hand gripping hers as though his touch alone could keep her tethered to the world. Outside, the rest of the team regrouped and planned their next move, but inside the room, time seemed to stretch infinitely.Sage stirred, her eyelids fluttering open as she blinked against the dim light. Damian leaned forward, his voice soft but urgent. “Sage ? Can you hear me?”She blinked again, her gaze focusing on him. “Damian...” Her voice was a mere whisper, but it was enough to make relief flood through him.“You’re okay,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “You scared the hell out of me.”Her lips curved into the faintest of smiles. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”Damian exhaled a shaky breath, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Don’t joke about that. You took a bullet, Sage .”“I