Noah settled into the driver’s seat, pulling out his sleek, custom-built phone.
A single command.
“Focus on Tracker 1.”
The AI assistant responded instantly, its voice smooth and emotionless. “Tracking active. Displaying route now.”
A digital map flickered to life on the car’s central screen, a glowing red dot pulsing in real-time—his target’s exact location.
Noah’s eyes scanned the data. The car carrying the assassins had stopped moving.
The last recorded conversation had gone silent.
His lips pressed into a thin line. They know something’s wrong.
“ETA: 1 hour, 45 minutes.”
Noah’s fingers tightened on the wheel. Too long.
His body was a machine, built for endurance. Fatigue didn’t exist. There was no need for rest, no need to delay.
The faster he got there, the less time his targets had to scatter.
Noah’s foot slammed onto the gas.
The G-Wagon’s engine roared to life, tyres screeching as the car launched forward.
Streetlights blurred into streaks of gold as he tore through the city.
His speed soared past legal limits, the engine snarling as he wove through the sparse late-night traffic with surgical precision.
140 mp/h. 150. 160.
A flash of white—a speed camera.
The bright flicker of a camera flash illuminated the night, snapping a photo of his license plate.
Noah didn’t even blink.
Let them send me a ticket.
He had a military-grade ID in his pocket.
Besides, by the time they processed the violation, he’d already be long gone.
A distant pair of blue and red lights flickered in his peripheral vision—a police patrol car parked on the side of the road.
For a brief second, Noah expected them to pull out. Chase him. Try to stop him.
They didn’t.
Noah’s G-Wagon ripped past them, the air displacement rocking the stationary police vehicle.
One of the officers inside nearly spilled his coffee, his hands flying to the dashboard.
“What the hell was that?!”
His partner barely managed a response. “Do we… do we even try to stop him?”
They watched the taillights vanish into the distance like a phantom.
The cop with the coffee sighed heavily, shaking his head. “Nope. Not our problem. Let’s just finish eating these doughnuts. If this guy wants to kill himself, let him.”
The glow of city lights faded in his rearview mirror as he left Birmingham behind, the landscape shifting into endless fields
The tracker led him off the main roads, guiding him toward an isolated rural area.
Sparse farmhouses dotted the landscape, their lights dim and distant.
Noah eased off the accelerator as he neared his destination, shifting gears to a silent crawl.
The glowing red dot on the screen stopped moving.
They were here.
Waiting? Resting? Preparing?
Didn’t matter.
They weren’t leaving alive.
Noah pulled off the road, parking the G-Wagon a full kilometre away from the target location.
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No headlights. No sound.
He stepped out, closing the door without a single noise.
The night was dead silent.
Noah exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders. His body was already in motion before his mind even finished planning.
…
Noah moved like a phantom, his steps light against the damp earth. Not too fast, not too slow. Just the right speed to remain unnoticed.
His clairvoyance was fully activated, eyes scanning the area for any unexpected surprises.
Nothing.
No guards. No scouts. No snipers.
It felt… off.
They’re either overconfident… or they have something else.
As he neared the location, the answer became clear.
A small infrared glint flickered against his vision—motion sensors.
A low hum vibrated in the air—frequency scanners.
The perimeter was lined with detection systems.
They didn’t need guards because they had technology watching for them instead.
“Clever.”
Noah crouched behind a thick tree, taking a moment to assess.
If he stepped any closer, the sensors would pick him up instantly. And if they were linked to an alarm system—which they definitely were—it would trigger a lockdown or an immediate counterattack.
He wasn’t about to let that happen.
His fingers glided over his phone, pulling up the AI assistant he had personally programmed.
A simple command.
“Interrupt all signals of nearby sensors within a half-kilometer radius. No errors. No alerts. Make it look like nothing happened.”
The AI responded instantly.
“Hacking in progress… Done. All detection systems are offline. No anomalies detected by enemy software.”
Noah smirked.
Perfect.
The entire security network had just been blinded.
But to them? Everything still looked functional.
Noah rose from his crouch, adjusting the strap on his rifle.
Now, he could walk straight in.
Noah advanced, moving past where the motion sensors once stood.
If they were still active, this would’ve been the moment they pinged his location.
Instead?
Silence.
Nothing.
He was a ghost.
Through the trees, the structure came into view—an old warehouse nestled deep in the rural landscape.
The place was barely maintained, its walls rusted from years of exposure. But Noah wasn’t fooled.
The outside didn’t matter.
It was the inside that held all the secrets.
His eyes flickered toward the rooftop, scanning for snipers or overwatch guards.
Still nothing.
His enemies had placed all their trust in their security system.
That was their first—and final—mistake.
Time to finish this.
Noah stood motionless, concealed by the darkness, his body blending seamlessly into the night. His clairvoyance pulsed, allowing him to scan the warehouse interior without stepping inside.
Five targets.
They were gathered in a loose formation, stationed around the dimly lit space. Weapons within reach, but their posture was relaxed—clearly unaware of what was lurking just outside.
Then, one of them spoke.
Riner.
“He’s on his way. We’ll find out what happened then.”
Noah’s eyes sharpened.
The mastermind behind all of this… is coming.
His fingers immediately moved, pulling out his phone.
He typed a quick message to Adam:
“Location secured. Need backup. Arrive in two hours. Do NOT come sooner.”
He hit send.
Almost instantly, his screen buzzed with an incoming text—Adam.”
“Can you call?”
Noah exhaled before calling him.
“You want me to wait two hours?” Adam’s voice was low and tense. “That’s insane, Noah. You need to wait for backup before engaging—”
“No.” Noah’s tone left no room for discussion.
Silence.
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