Chapter 577
Chapter 577:
Above ground, the storm was intensifying. Thunder rattled the gravestones.
Alistair’s convoy of black armored SUVs tore through the cemetery gates, crushing the ironwork. Headlights cut through the rain like laser beams.
Skye woke up alone in the medical bay. The silence was terrifying.
“Harper?” she croaked.
Harper was sitting in the corner, crying silently.
“Where is he?” Skye asked, trying to sit up. The room spun.
“He went to get the cure,” Harper sniffled. “He took everyone, Skye. He said he wasn’t coming back without it p>
Skye closed her eyes. She saw Liam’s face in the flash of lightning outside.
Tick. Tock.
“He’s walking into a slaughter,” Skye whispered.
The cemetery was a kill box.
Rain turned the dirt paths into mud. Alistair’s team didn’t bother with stealth. They used a C4 charge to blow the heavy stone doors of the Graves Mausoleum off their hinges.
BOOM.
Stone fragments rained down like hail.
“Go! Go! Go!” Felix screamed, leading the charge.
Gunfire erupted instantly from the darkness of the crypt. Muzzle flashes strobed like a disco in hell.
Alistair moved through the chaos like a wraith. He didn’t take cover. He advanced, firing two rounds, moving, firing two rounds. Every shot dropped a mercenary. He was efficient, cold, and utterly terrifying.
He reached the spiral staircase leading down into the tunnels.
“Cover me!” Alistair yelled.
He slid down the banister, landing in a crouch at the bottom.
A figure stepped out from the shadows of the corridor.
𝖠𝗹 f𝗋eе 𝗼n 𝘣𝗲.𝗰о𝗺
It was Liam.
He had the rifle raised, aimed directly at Alistair’s chest.
For a heartbeat, time stopped. The two men who loved Skye Sterling stood facing each other in a tomb.
“Shoot him!” Lucian’s voice echoed from a speaker system deeper in the tunnel. “Do it, Liam p>
Alistair’s finger tightened on his trigger. He looked into Liam’s eyes.
Liam didn’t blink. He shifted his aim—a fraction of an inch to the left.
Bang.
The bullet whizzed past Alistair’s ear, so close he felt the heat. It struck the mercenary creeping up behind Alistair with a knife. The man dropped without a sound.
Alistair didn’t pause. He understood.
Liam charged him, screaming a war cry. He tackled Alistair, slamming him against the damp wall. To any observer, it looked like a death struggle.
“Safe is in the back room,” Liam hissed into Alistair’s ear as they grappled. “Code is 0-5-0-5. Her birthday p>
“Is it real?” Alistair grunted, throwing a fake punch that Liam sold by snapping his head back.
“Yes. Now hit me. Make it look good p>