While Juniper was listening to the helicopter blades whirring in her ears, she could only detect Adrian's breathing. Too late.
His words were tinged into her chest as though they had been lifted off her. She whispered, "No, not yet. It's not too late.". Stay with me.”. She grasped his hand, her fingers wrapped around his scaly skin, as if her touch could provide him with stability. Adrian's eyelids flickered. There was a slight growling sound emanating from his lips. "They... can't find it.". Juniper's heart pounded. Find what? With her tongue pressed against the dryness of her throat, she crouched down. "What's up there?". Adrian exhaled shakily. “The files. The proof.”. Her fingers tightened around his. Files? Proof? Her mind was consumed by a warning. This was no longer solely a matter of survival. This was bigger. Dangerous. Deadly. Maintaining her voice required constant effort. "Where is Adrian located?". His hold grew increasingly firm, almost as if he was gathering everything besides his leave. Then—his body went slack. I sprained my heart rate. "Adrian, wake up!" strigeted Juniper's pulse. The heart monitor shrieked. “No, no, no—”. The physician pulled her away, pacing back. "He's wrecking!". Juniper leaned against the cold metal wall, breathing in brief, sharp bursts of air. “BP dropping—60 over 40!”. “Pushing epinephrine—now!”. Adrian was sucked into by a. sterile needle in his arm. Juniper seized her pervasive thoughts, her hands resting on hers. Think, think! She gave way after being subjected to a violent screeching sound. With the pilot's voice piercing through the headset, "Shit!". Juniper whipped around. The sight caused her blood to run cold. The stormy sky was being slicked by rotors as a black helicopter approached. No markings. No identifiers. Only a ghostly silhouette shrouding the sky. The knot in Juniper's stomach suggested that the rescue team wasn't involved. We won't be hit by rescue teams, so the pilot bowed his controls and said "stop!". Gunfire erupted. A single bullet struck the fuselage, directly at the medic's shoulder. Juniper ducked, heart hammering. The side door of the enemy helicopter slid open—. A masked gunman stepped forward. And took aim. A Sky Full of Bullets. “Get down!” the medic shouted. Juniper didn't require two sets of instructions. While the helicopter veered sharply to the left, she moved closer to her seat and clutched the straps. The gunman fired. The cabin was flooded by glass after a bullet shattered the window. The operator bemoaned. "We'll never succeed in outmanaging them!" the pilot declared. Juniper swooned. "Are you capable of taking them away?". “In a storm? Can you provide information on a plane with an injured individual? Sure, if you want to crash and burn. Several rounds of bullets managed to penetrate the metal walls. Juniper gritted her teeth. Their aim was not to force them to land.'". They had been attempting to murder them. Adrian's unconsciousness caught her gaze as she looked. ". "Why are they pursuing us?" she quipped. "What the hell was Adrian involved in?". The pilot's hands were white as they controlled the controls. "Lady, are you asking the wrong person?". The helicopter jerked again. In the exact moment to see, Juniper twisted his spine.—. The gunman adjusting his aim. Not at the pilot. Not at the rotor. At Adrian. A Desperate Move. Juniper's instincts took over. Move. Now. She lunged. The gun fired. She was hit by a bullet that penetrated her arm with venom. But she didn't stop. She then threw herself to Adrian's death, protecting him with her body. Behind them, a second bullet struck the seat. With a quick breath, she was sweating in her chest. The healthcare provider retrieved the emergency radio. "Mayday, mayday!". We're under attack—requesting immediate backup!”. Static. No response. Juniper grimaced and remarked. "You're not being truthful.". The enemy helicopter closed in. The gunman reloaded. Juniper's mind spun. This helicopter was on the brink of collapsing if they didn't take action. She looked at the emergency flare gun positioned near the exit with both hands. She lunged. "What's up, kid?" the medic shouted. The gun was swung by Juniper, who then spun and fired. A dazzling shade of red streaked across the sky.—. Straight into the enemy's rotor. Sparks erupted. As the gunman staggered back, a black helicopter violently shuddered. Flames licked the tail. Juniper's chest heaved. “Did I—”. The enemy chopper spiraled. Right toward them. Impact Imminent. The pilot yelled out, "Get ready to strike!". After a short time, Adrian was almost caught by the black helicopter's tail as Juniper approached. Metal screamed. The rotors tangled. Gravity tilted. Juniper was falling. She clawed for something—anything—. Adrian's body slid. No! Her action was to grab hold of his shirt, pulling him towards her. The pilot was yelling. He was strapped in with a wide-eyed terror. The world was spinning. And then—. The sky vanished. It was a thrilling moment as the helicopter flew underneath.A Sky Full of Fire. “Brace!”. Juniper barely had time to react before the world turned into chaos. The first spray of bullets tore through the helicopter's cabin, slicing through seats, ricocheting off metal, and punching holes into the walls. The medic let out a bloodcurdling scream, ducking just in time as a bullet whizzed past his ear. The pilot yelled frantically into his headset. “Mayday! Mayday! Flight 417 under attack! We need immediate—”. The radio cut off in static. Juniper clung to Adrian's stretcher, her nails digging into the fabric as the helicopter veered sideways. Her stomach lurched with the movement. The tail caught fire, flames licking hungrily across the metal. A missile streaked through the air, missing them by inches. The force of the blast sent the helicopter spinning violently. Juniper screamed, her body slamming against the wall. The medic was flung backward, crashing hard against the opposite side. “We're going down!” the pilot shouted. The airc
A Standoff in the Wreckage. Juniper's lungs released in brief, sharp bursts. Smoke suffused her, and the scent of burning fuel was strong enough to bite her. Flames licked the fuselage of the crashed helicopter, crushing its crumbling structure and leaving it gasping for air. And then—that voice. Deep. Cold. Familiar. “Stay where you are.”. Her body moved in a limp state, her hands clasping the sharp metal fragments she had taken from debris. The presence of blood in it was unclear to her, whether it be her or not. He walked forward with an even cuttler, moving through the smoke. Shadows were cast across his face by the fire, which was behind him. Broad shoulders. Sharp jaw. Eyes like ice. Two men, armed with rifles that were raised and steady but dressed in tactical black, flanked him. Juniper's mind raced. Adrian was unconscious. She was outnumbered. But she wasn't helpless. She grasped the metal. Her plan was to hit one of them before the others could react if she lunge
The Chase. Juniper's heart pounding against her ribs caused her to experience painful shock waves in her legs. Thick, bare branches gnawing at her skin, roots crawling in the air. Adrian had a firm grip on her hand, but his steps were unstable and unsteady. He was slowing down. Behind them—gunfire. Voices barking orders. Boots gnawing at the roots of trees.' Too close. She whispered, her breath ruffled, that they are getting better. A thick tree trunk was pulled to the right by Adrian, who dragged them along. As she put her hand over the bark, Juniper tried to calm her down. Keeping his balance, Adrian had his hand by his side and blood-saturated fingers........................................ He appeared pale with sweat pouring from his temples. They didn't have much time. Adrian screamed, "We must break up.". Juniper's chest clenched. “No.”. Adrian bowed his head in frustration and had a hard time breathing. With a low voice, he stated that they were after him. He al
Nowhere to Run. Her pulse raced through her earways as Juniper turned and breathed. Three men. Black tactical gear. Armed. Adrian's lanky frame caught her attention, leaving her muscles in agony. Her voice remained sharp as she advised her to hold back, even though the panic was spreading rapidly. One of the men reached forward, a slow smile spread across his face. ". “Or what?”. Juniper didn't answer. With every bit of force she had left, lunging forward and twisting her. at the very least.". But she wasn't fast enough. Her stomach was filled with air as she hit her fist. Pain exploded through her ribs. Her vision blurred. Her knees slipped, leaving the wet earth dampened. A boot stuck in her back and she was pushed down. “Stupid move,” the man sneered. Adrian groaned weakly beside her. Then Juniper gnawed at the dirt, her nails digging in to the mud. It was so bad. Despite twisting and kicks, she was too heavy to be pulled down. What happened? She gasped and screame
“I’ll make this simple.”Damien tapped the tablet screen, his voice smooth, unbothered.“Give me the location of the files,” he said. “Or watch him die.”Juniper’s jaw clenched. Her heart hammered, but her face? Blank. No reaction. No weakness.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said. Steady. Flat. Unshaken.Damien sighed. Bored.“Wrong answer.”He lifted a finger.On the tablet’s screen, the man in black moved.A fist drove into Adrian’s ribs.The sound was sickening.Adrian’s body jerked.A choked cough tore from his throat.Blood splattered his shirt.Juniper’s stomach twisted.“Stop it!” she snapped.Damien tilted his head. “Then talk.”Juniper’s mind raced. Think, Juniper. Stall.She took a shaky breath. “I want proof.”Damien arched a brow. “You have proof.”“Not good enough.” Her voice hardened. “Bring him here. Let me see he’s alive.”A beat of silence.Then—Damien laughed.“You’re in no position to negotiate,” he said.Juniper lifted her chin.“Then kill me.”A fli
A Loaded ThreatThe gun’s barrel pressed against Adrian’s temple, the metal gleaming under the dim overhead light.Juniper’s pulse pounded in her ears.“Last chance,” Damien murmured.She forced her expression blank, but inside, her mind raced.She had seconds.Lie? Stall? Fight?Damien’s finger tightened on the trigger.Adrian exhaled, slow and even. His swollen eye met hers.Don’t tell him.Her throat tightened.Damien sighed dramatically. “Fine. Your choice.”CLICK.Juniper lunged before she could think. “Wait!”Damien paused, lips curving into a smirk. “Ah. There it is.”Adrian’s jaw clenched. “Juniper, don’t—”“Shut him up,” Damien ordered.One of the guards slammed a fist into Adrian’s gut.He doubled over, coughing violently. Blood splattered the floor.Juniper’s stomach twisted.Damien crouched in front of her, his voice almost gentle. “Where are the files?”Think, Juniper. Stall.“I want proof he’s alive,” she blurted.Damien arched a brow. “He’s right in front of you.”“Not
The room was silent except for the faint hum of the overhead light. Juniper’s pulse thundered in her ears as she stood between Adrian and Damien. The weight of the moment pressed down on her chest like a vise. One wrong word, one wrong move, and Adrian was dead.Damien’s fingers flexed around the gun, the cold steel still aimed at Adrian’s head.“Let’s try this again,” Damien said smoothly, tilting his head. “Where are the files?”Juniper inhaled sharply, forcing herself to appear calm. “I told you. I’ll only tell Adrian.”Damien’s mouth curled into a slow, amused smirk. “Oh, I do love a woman with trust issues.” He glanced at his men. “Take her to him.”Two guards stepped forward.Juniper’s heart pounded as she was yanked toward Adrian, the rough hands of the guards tightening around her arms. They shoved her down to her knees in front of him, forcing her to face the man she was desperately trying to keep alive.Adrian looked worse up close. A cut above his brow dripped blood onto hi
Gunfire erupted.Juniper barely had time to react before Adrian yanked her to the side. A bullet splintered the wooden crate where she’d been standing a second ago.“Move!” Adrian barked.Juniper sprinted after him, her heart slamming against her ribs. The warehouse was dimly lit, massive metal shelves stretching high above them. Stacks of shipping crates formed a maze of cover, but they wouldn’t be safe for long.Behind them, Damien’s voice rang out—cold, furious.“You think you can walk away from this, Sinclair?”Adrian gritted his teeth. “Keep going.”Juniper pushed forward, breath ragged, muscles burning. Footsteps pounded behind them—Damien’s men, closing in fast.A bullet slammed into the metal shelf beside her. Sparks flew.She flinched but kept running.Adrian yanked her behind a stack of crates, pressing her against the cool metal. He peered around the corner. His jaw tensed.“Two guards. Armed. Heading this way.”Juniper’s pulse pounded. “We need a plan.”Adrian exhaled shar
The Warning. “You shouldn't have come here.”. The voice swayed like smoke across the cave. Low. Rough. Hungry. Juniper's breath hitched. She felt the weight of those words shivering against her skin, colder than the damp air inundating around them. She ran around, scouting the dark as it changed. The chamber was spacious and staring out at them, the torchlight illuminating darkened stone walls. Its. They migrated like uncannible spirits, decomposing into hollows, turning shapes into nightmares. Somewhere in the gloom, movement. Subtle. Controlled. Her pulse pounding against her ribs. Adrian's arm protruded in front of her, creating a silent and instinctive barrier. His stance—wide, steady—was pure defense. A wall of quiet fury. When it came, his voice was composed. Too calm. “Show yourself.”. Silence. Then—footsteps. Slow. Measured. They resonated throughout the cave, filling the void between pulses. A person came out of hiding.. Tall. Scarred. Armed. Juniper's muscles
ImpactPain.Juniper’s body slammed into the water like a stone thrown from a rooftop. The impact ripped through her, knocking the air from her lungs in a violent rush. Cold, unforgiving darkness swallowed her whole.The river closed over her head, pressing in from all sides. The weight of it was suffocating, the churning currents dragging her down, down, down into the abyss.Her body twisted violently, spun like a leaf in a hurricane. Her limbs flailed, her lungs screamed.Up. Where’s up?She had no sense of direction, no light to guide her—just the numbing cold and the thunderous roar of the waterfall above.She kicked hard, fighting against the relentless pull of the river. Her muscles burned, her chest tightened. She was running out of air.Then—a burst of light.She broke the surface with a desperate gasp, sucking in air so fast it burned.The waterfall roared behind her, monstrous and deafening. The river wasn’t done with her yet—it dragged her forward, shoving her downstream li
The Fall. Cold. Violent. Endless. Juniper slammed into the water. The impact was brutal, unforgiving. Her body was in agony as it dislodged the air from her lungs. She was being pulled down by the river, which had engulfed her like no other. She was suffocated and cold, with darkness covering her like a veil. Her body was twisted by the force of the current, which caused her to spin like a ragdoll in twilight. Despite her body hurtling with pain, the river's frozen texture tugged on her like a string of iron chains. Up. I need to get up. Her chest gashes, desperately seeking oxygen, yet she couldn't determine which direction to kick. Her sense of direction was lost to the river, leaving only chaos and panic. Wildly, Juniper's arms waving their wings as he held something. Then—a hand. Strong. Unyielding. Familiar. Her wrist was gripped by it, unyielding and relentless, lifting her upwards toward redemption. Adrian. They broke the surface together. Juniper gasped, heaving f
The Jeep plunged. Wind blew through the windshield, biting Juniper's hair and hitting her like a thousand tiny knives. Her stomach flipped violently, causing a sharp, nauseating lurch that sent her packing. Outside, the world shifted into a chaotic blur of trees, rock, and sky. The ground rose excessively quickly.? The Jeep fell to the ground as Juniper's hands searched for something to hold onto, but it was a free-falling metal coffin. The force of her seatbelt caused her to contract an almost fatal injury by biting her ribs. Then—a hard yank. The arm of Adrian was encircling her waist, his strength commensurate with his stiffness against hers. With a hot and ragged breath, he pulled her closer with his hand to touch her cheek. “Brace yourself!”. CRASH. The impact was akin to hitting the spine. Glass exploded. A metal scream came from behind the Jeep as it ran under the canopy, snapping branches like broken bones. The globe swayed in opposite directions, then changed directi
The ExplosionBOOM.The door exploded inward.Splinters shredded the air, slicing through the dimly lit cabin.Juniper barely had time to duck before the blast wave ripped past her, sending a storm of wood and dust flying.Adrian grabbed her, yanking her down. His arm wrapped around her shoulders, shielding her.Gunfire erupted.The walls shook as bullets ripped through the cabin. Glass shattered, wood splintered, and the air filled with the acrid scent of gunpowder.Ethan cursed, returning fire. His gun barked in rapid bursts, each shot precise. “They brought a damn arsenal!”Adrian’s grip on Juniper tightened. “We have to move.”Juniper’s breath came short, fast. Her ears rang from the blast.“They’ll see us,” she gasped.Then—a voice.Deep. Cold. Familiar.“Give it up, Blackwood.”Juniper’s chest seized.Damien.His voice cut through the chaos like a blade. Calm. Unshaken.He was here.Adrian’s jaw clenched. A muscle ticked in his cheek. “Like hell.”Ethan’s gun clicked empty. He m
A Split Second Before ImpactThe SUV hurtled through the air.Juniper’s breath locked in her throat. Weightless.The world slowed.Adrian yanked the wheel, muscles straining, but there was nothing to control.Then—impact.Metal shrieked.Glass exploded.The SUV smashed down, nose-first, onto the pavement below. The force slammed Juniper forward into her seatbelt, knocking the air from her lungs.Adrian fought the wheel, but momentum was against them. The car spun.Juniper’s vision blurred as the world tilted sideways.BANG.They hit the guardrail.The sound was deafening—steel on steel, tires screeching as the car fishtailed out of control.Ethan shouted. “Hold on!”Too late.The SUV tipped.For a terrifying heartbeat, Juniper felt herself floating.Then—a drop.Her stomach plunged.The SUV pitched forward off the road, crashing down into a steep ditch.BOOM.Metal crunched. The impact whipped Juniper sideways, her skull smashing against the window.Pain exploded.Darkness threatened
Juniper’s fingers curled tightly around her phone as she stared at the message on the screen.Unknown Number: You think this is over?A chill prickled down her spine. Her stomach knotted.“Adrian,” she said, her voice sharper than she intended. “We have a problem.”Adrian’s focus stayed on the road, his hands gripping the wheel like a lifeline. “What now?”She turned the screen toward him. The glow of the text cast an eerie light over his face. His expression darkened instantly, jaw locking, eyes flashing with something cold.Ethan leaned forward from the back seat. “That Damien?”Juniper’s mouth felt dry. “Who else?”Adrian’s fingers flexed on the wheel. His knuckles were bone-white. “He never gives up.”Ethan scoffed. “Yeah, no shit. What does he want now?”Before Juniper could answer, her phone vibrated again. Another message.Unknown Number: See you soon.A shiver ran through her.Ethan let out a low curse. “That’s not ominous at all.”Juniper forced a breath through her nose, ste
“Adrian!”Juniper’s scream barely cut through the chaos.The SUV hurtled between two massive trucks, scraping so close that she swore she heard metal screeching against metal. The blinding headlights swallowed them whole, and for a fraction of a second, time seemed to freeze—her pulse hammering in her throat, her breath caught between terror and adrenaline.Then—BAM!The SUV shot out onto the open road. Behind them, the trucks blared their horns, slamming on their brakes to avoid crashing into Damien’s pursuing vehicles.Ethan clung to the headrest, his knuckles white. “Are you trying to get us killed?”Adrian’s grip on the wheel was a death vise. “If I stop, we’re dead anyway.”Behind them, Damien’s men weren’t letting up. Another blacked-out SUV tore through the intersection, plowing over the curb and speeding toward them like a missile.Juniper turned, her stomach twisting. “They’re gaining!”Adrian didn’t hesitate. “Hold on.”He yanked the wheel right—hard.The SUV skidded, tires
“Go! Go! Go!”Adrian slammed the gas pedal to the floor. The SUV roared forward, weaving dangerously through the tight alleyway as bullets pinged off the metal frame.Juniper clutched the door handle, her knuckles white. “They’re still on us!”Ethan twisted in the back seat, his gun raised. “Yeah, no kidding! Hold this thing steady!”Adrian swerved hard left, nearly clipping a row of parked motorcycles. “Steady? Not an option right now.”Behind them, Damien’s black sedans were relentless, their headlights cutting through the darkness like hunting knives. More gunfire erupted, shattering the SUV’s back window.“Shit!” Juniper ducked. “That was way too close.”Ethan cursed, returning fire. A bullet struck the windshield of the nearest sedan, causing it to swerve. But the driver corrected fast. “They’re not backing off!”Adrian’s grip on the wheel tightened. “We need to lose them.”“You think?” Ethan snapped.Juniper’s heart pounded. The speed. The gunfire. The deafening roar of engines.