Chapter Seven: Shadows Among Us
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Rhea’s POV
The city was waking, but Orion Vale felt different. The weight of last night’s chaos lingered, like a thick fog refusing to lift. The summit had been a trap—one carefully set by enemies cloaked in smiles and whispered promises. And the truth? It was darker than I’d ever imagined.
Cassian and I sat in the cramped back room of a nondescript café, the kind of place where nobody asked questions and the shadows were as thick as the coffee. We needed to regroup, but more than that, we needed answers.
“Gabriel’s message—‘Trust no one’—that cuts deep,” I said, stirring my coffee absently.
Cassian nodded, eyes sharp. “Especially when Elara, someone we thought was on our side, turned out to be a double agent.”
My stomach tightened. Elara’s betrayal was a bitter pill. She had seemed so genuine, so committed. But the deeper you dig in Orion Vale, the more you realize that loyalty is a currency easily bought and sold.
“We can’t rely on Gabriel either,” I added. “If the mole’s anywhere in his network, we’re all at risk.”
Cassian’s fingers tapped impatiently on the table. “We need to find that mole. Whoever it is, they’re leaking everything—plans, locations, identities. We can’t afford another slip.”
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Gabriel’s POV
In the depths of an underground bunker, lit only by flickering monitors, I watched the city’s pulse through surveillance feeds. Every movement, every shadow told a story. But the one I most wanted to decode was the traitor within my ranks.
The summit had been a disaster, but it also revealed something vital: the Black Hawks weren’t just a mercenary group—they were embedded in the city’s very veins, and their reach was far longer than we’d anticipated.
I knew I had to act quickly. The longer the mole stayed active, the more damage they could do. But exposing them without concrete evidence risked tearing my network apart.
I sent a secure message to Cassian and Rhea: “Meet me at the old dockyard tonight. We need to talk strategy.”
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Rhea’s POV
As night fell, I made my way to the dockyard, the scent of saltwater mingling with the faint hum of distant traffic. The place was deserted—perfect for a clandestine meeting, but also a reminder of how exposed we were.
Cassian was already there, leaning against a rusted container, eyes scanning the horizon.
Gabriel arrived moments later, his expression grim.
“We have little time,” he said. “The mole is more dangerous than we thought.”
I frowned. “Do you have any leads?”
Gabriel nodded. “Someone close to me. Someone who’s been feeding Cipher information since before the summit.”
Cassian’s jaw tightened. “We need to flush them out. But we also need a plan to hit back.”
Gabriel pulled out a tablet, displaying a network map with dozens of red dots—Black Hawk outposts, safe houses, informants.
“We disrupt their supply chain,” he explained. “Cut off weapons, communications, finances. Hit them where it hurts.”
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Cassian’s POV
The plan was risky.
The Black Hawks were ruthless, and their retaliation would be swift and brutal.
But we had no choice.
We divided responsibilities.
Gabriel and his team would target the Black Hawks’ financial hubs.
Rhea and I would go after their communications—satellite arrays, encrypted servers, relay stations.
If we could blind them, even temporarily, we’d gain the upper hand.
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Rhea’s POV
The next day, we began.
Our first target was a communications tower on the outskirts of the city. Security was tight, but we had insider information from Gabriel’s network.
As we approached the facility, the sun dipped low, casting long shadows that masked our movements.
Cassian covered the perimeter while I infiltrated the building.
Inside, the hum of machinery was deafening. I moved quickly, disabling cameras and cutting wires.
Just as I reached the main server room, my phone buzzed—an alert from Gabriel: “Compromised. Evacuate.”
Heart pounding, I retraced my steps, only to find Cassian engaged in a firefight with armed guards.
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Cassian’s POV
Bullets flew past me, but my focus was laser sharp.
I fired with precision, holding the attackers back long enough for Rhea to escape.
“We have to move,” I yelled.
We raced toward the extraction point, adrenaline surging.
But as we rounded a corner, a figure stepped into the light—Elara.
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Rhea’s POV
I froze.
Elara’s eyes were cold, unreadable.
“Did you really think I’d let you sabotage the Black Hawks?” she sneered.
Before I could react, she raised a pistol.
Cassian lunged, tackling her to the ground.
The struggle was fierce, but Cassian’s strength won out.
Elara was restrained.
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Gabriel’s POV
Back at the safe house, I interrogated Elara.
She was defiant, but cracks showed.
She revealed the identity of the mole: someone within my inner circle I never suspected.
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Cassian’s POV
The revelation hit hard.
It was someone we all trusted.
A man named Victor Dane—the senator’s younger brother.
His access was unrivaled, his influence subtle but deadly.
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Rhea’s POV
Victor’s betrayal explained so much—the leaks, the sabotage, the chaos.
We had to act fast before he slipped away.
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Gabriel’s POV
We planned a sting operation during the city’s annual gala, where Victor was to meet with Black Hawk leaders.
It was our chance to catch him red-handed.
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Rhea’s POV
The gala was a spectacle of wealth and power, but beneath the glitter lay a festering rot.
We moved through the crowd, blending in, eyes scanning for Victor.
When he appeared, flanked by armed guards, the room held its breath.
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Cassian’s POV
We followed him to a private lounge, where a covert exchange was set to take place.
With precision, we struck.
The confrontation was explosive—guns drawn, secrets spilled.
Victor tried to bargain, but it was too late.
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Rhea’s POV
Victor’s arrest sent shockwaves through the city.
But the Black Hawks were far from finished.
Cipher remained at large, his plans unfolding.
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Cassian’s POV
As dawn broke, we realized the battle was only beginning.
Orion Vale’s shadows were deeper than ever.
And in those shadows, the war for the city’s soul raged on.
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