THE LAST JUDGEMENT

THE LAST JUDGEMENT 13

CHAPTER 13

The night was thick with an eerie silence. A storm was brewing, not in the sky, but in the underworld of the city. Daniel stood near the edge of a rooftop, looking down at the streets below, his sharp eyes scanning every shadow. He had always known betrayal was inevitable. But what burned him the most was that it had come from within his own circle.

Reed sat on an overturned crate behind him, methodically cleaning a knife. Emily leaned against the rusted railing, arms crossed. The three of them had barely escaped with their lives, and now, they were running out of places to hide.

“The Concord is moving faster than we expected,” Reed muttered. “That means they have information. Which means…”

Daniel turned, his expression unreadable. “The traitor is feeding them everything.”

Emily let out a slow breath. “We don’t have time to figure out who it is. We need to disappear.”

Daniel smirked, shaking his head. “No. That’s exactly what they want. They want us to run. To scatter. But we’re not going anywhere.”

Reed raised an eyebrow. “You have a plan?”

Daniel's gaze darkened. “We flush them out. We let them think they’ve won.”

Across the city, in a dimly lit apartment, the traitor sat hunched over a burner phone, their fingers trembling as they typed out a message.

They’re still alive.

A response came almost instantly. Then you know what to do.

Sweat dripped down their forehead. There was no turning back now. They had already set things in motion, and The Concord didn’t tolerate failure.

The traitor inhaled sharply and sent another message. I’ll lead them to you. But I want out after this.

Another long pause. Then:

After this, you’re either one of us or you’re dead.

The traitor swallowed hard. The choice had never really been theirs.

The next day, Daniel made his move.

He walked into one of his old haunts—a run-down bar on the outskirts of town, the kind of place where killers, thieves, and mercenaries whispered secrets over cheap whiskey. The moment he stepped inside, all conversation died. Eyes followed him as he strode to the counter, but no one dared to move.

The bartender, a grizzled man with a scar over his left eye, set down a glass without a word. Daniel ignored it, placing a single bullet on the counter.

“I need information,” Daniel said calmly. “And I need it now.”

The bartender exhaled. “You’ve got the whole city looking for you.”

Daniel smirked. “Let them look. I just need one name.”

A moment of hesitation. Then the bartender nodded toward a man sitting in the corner—a nervous-looking guy who had been trying very hard to disappear into his drink.

Daniel approached the man, who flinched the moment their eyes met.

“Don’t,” Daniel said, holding up a hand. “I just want to talk.”

The man swallowed hard. “I don’t know anything.”

Daniel pulled up a chair, resting his elbows on the table. “That’s a shame. Because I was hoping you’d tell me who sold us out.”

The man hesitated, then shook his head. “Even if I knew, I wouldn’t say a damn thing. You don’t know what The Concord does to people who talk.”

Daniel leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. “And you don’t know what I do to people who lie.”

The man paled. His hands shook as he reached for his drink, but before he could lift it, Daniel grabbed his wrist and twisted just enough to make pain bloom across his face.

“Tell me,” Daniel said.

The man gasped. “It’s—it’s someone close to you. Someone you trust.”

Daniel’s grip tightened. “A name.”

“I don’t—I swear, I don’t know! But—” he hesitated, glancing around nervously, then whispered, “they’re meeting with The Concord tomorrow night. At the old train station.”

Daniel released him, standing up. “That’s all I needed.”

The man sagged in relief, but before he could exhale, Daniel leaned down and whispered in his ear, “Run.”

Then he walked away, leaving the man trembling in his seat.

Back at the warehouse, Emily and Reed were waiting.

“We have a location,” Daniel announced. “Tomorrow night. The train station.”

Emily’s expression was unreadable. “And what do we do when we find them?”

Daniel’s lips curled into a deadly smile. “We end this.”

For a long moment, silence hung between them. Then Reed smirked, flicking open his knife. “About damn time.”

The pieces were falling into place. The traitor had no idea they were walking into a trap.

And when they did, there would be no escape.

In the darkness of the city, a message was sent from the traitor’s phone.

They’re coming.

But they had no idea that this time, Daniel wasn’t walking into an ambush.

He was setting one.