CHAPTER 3
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Mark rode his motorbike into the Resistance square.
He had one hour to broker peace between the Agency and Vincent Gray.
The safehouse was disguised as an abandoned subway terminal, mismatched furniture, surveillance tech everywhere and armed hybrids who watched Mark like he was dinner.
Vincent Gray was younger but he has the face of a war general.
"You?" Vincent scoffed.
"You think you can speak for the Agency now? You’re either for us or against us. Choose your side."
"I’m speaking for peace," Mark said.
"There’s still a way to stop this without guns and teargas. You can listen to reason or you can fall by the bullet of the agency."
"This is our territory, and the agency should spread their tentacles elsewhere" Vincent barked a laugh.
"You crawled in here like a dog expecting us to roll over. You’re the puppet who takes orders from that pure blood witch.
You want a seat at our table? Prove you’re not her puppet."
"I'm not here to prove anything, Vincent. Tell your men to stand down or the Agency will show no mercy."
Vincent, enraged by those threats, lunged a blow and within seconds, Mark was surrounded and attacked with weapons, sticks, butt of guns, iron, glass and anything that could draw blood.
When they were done, he was held up by two men; and Vincent, without remorse began driving punches into him from face to ribs to joints and skull.
When he felt satisfied, he yelled into Mark's ears.
"Tell the agency we will not yield."
And with that, he drove one satisfying kick into Mark's ribs who wrenched in pain.
Just then, flammable gases were shot by Cindy's approaching men.
The air shifted into a smokey chaotic battle—fied. Cindy's soldiers were falling in, flank by flank time.
Diplomatic talks were over.
The street exploded in a cloud of dust, shouts and chaos.
From above, Agency soldiers in sleek black tactical gear dropped from helicopters.
Cindy descended behind them, trench coat flaring, her eyes glowing with the chilling calm of someone who had killed before breakfast.
Vincent’s guards fell before they could raise weapons as Silver bullets Rained on them.
Muted howls echoed as one by one, the mud bloods fell.
"Stand down!" Mark shouted, grabbing Cindy’s arm. "You said two hours!"
"I gave you two. You wasted one and forty-five minutes." Her voice was cool.
"I don't negotiate with liars or traitors."
Mark turned, watching Vincent bleed out, still snarling like a wolf.
“You betrayed your own blood, Mark,” he hissed. “You’ll die like them.”
Before Mark could reply, Vincent lunged but Cindy shot him mid-leap.
Silence fell, broken only by the boots of soldiers checking for survivors. Blood pooled near Mark’s boots.
He stared, caught between betrayal and heartbreak.
Cindy holstered her gun and stepped beside him.
“Next time, don’t try to save people who would kill you the second your back is turned.”
Outside, sirens wailed as more Agency trucks pulled up.
The Resistance was no more.
The Agency had claimed another district. Bur For Mark, something cracked.
He walked into the fire thinking he could bring peace, but he walked out with blood on his hands.
The town’s lockdown sirens were still wailing when the agency president's black SUV halted just in front of Mark and Cindy.
President Vale, tall and huge looked at both of them.
“Cindy, Mark. We have a problem,” he barked, striding toward them like time owed him something.
“What now?” Cindy snapped, pistol still warm in her hand.
Vale tossed a tablet onto the hood of a his car.
A grainy video played: a warehouse in New York City, Resistance flags and armed mud bloods... and one face Mark never expected to see.
“Liana?” Mark whispered, staring at the screen.
His sister Liana was alive and she was leading the resistance up north of New York city. She had form alliance with Karl, an ex-military prisoner who had a bad record with the New York security department.
She wants to crown a mud blood as Alpha of all bloodlines.
That was suicide, it was impossible.
As a cast away, she was raising a resistance because they agency had taken her three year old child from her; and till then, she does not know if the child was alive or not.
It was one of those evil that had broken her and made her nurture vengeance for years.
“Give me two soldiers,” Cindy said, reloading. “We’ll shut it down before midnight.”
They both brushed up and jumped onto their motorcycle while a truck carrying guards trailed slowly behind.
But unknown to them, Liana and Karl had set an ambush along the street.
Just before the turned into the resistance, an armoured truck cornered them and they were surrounded with fierce looking blood-hungry sentinels under the command of Liana and her ally, Karl.
"It's a surprise to see you again, brother. I never thought you'd be part of the agency now." Liana mocked, her gun dangling dangerously.
"They've turned him to a lapdog who now does their biddings." Karl added.
"Liana, you don't have to do this. The agency will give you protection if you stop this chaos."
"Really, do I look like someone who'll need protecting?" She sneered.
"You really underestimate me, Mark."
"The agency's army is twice as much as yours and you do not stand a chance. Yield, I pray you."
Liana scoffed. "Well, I'm not the one being boxed in a corner now, I'm I?"
Cindy was growing impatient.
"I will put a bullet through your thick skull, Karl." Karl responded.
"Oh, right after I've skinned the hell out of you."
On Liana's order, Cindy and Mark were brought on their knees, their weapons taken from them.
"You shall kneel to the resistance and that's an order, not a request."
"I will make you pay for this, Liana."
Cindy threatened for the first time.
Liana was unbothered.
She ordered her men to seize them and lock them up.
Men stepped out from behind walls and cars holding guns. Mark froze. Cindy raised her hands.
More men rushed them and Cindy was grabbed and handcuffed while Mark was pushed to the ground.
Liana gave a short nod and the captives were whisked away and cuffed to an iron pole inside the warehouse.
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