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Alex Dane and Ethan Grayson once hunter and prey are now forced to join forces. Together, they lead a battle-hardened team of operatives against the Syndicate, a shadow organization bent on plungi
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The footsteps echoed through the clearing, heavy and deliberate, cutting through the suffocating silence. Alex didn't move, his rifle still trained on Grayson. His breath plumed in the freezing air as his pulse thundered in his ears.
Grayson stood calmly, his posture relaxed, his expression unreadable. "You feel that?" he asked, his voice low. "The weight pressing down? That's the sound of realization."
"Who's out there?" Alex growled, his eyes flicking to the tree line.
Grayson didn't answer. He simply tilted his head, gesturing toward the shadows.
The first figure emerged slowly, moving with deliberate precision. A man in tactical gear, his face obscured by a balaclava, his rifle held low but ready. Then another. And another.
Alex's stomach dropped as more figures stepped into the clearing, their weapons trained on him. They moved like a unit, their coordination flawless, their intentions unmistakable.
"Friends of yours?" Alex asked, his voice edged with tension.
Grayson smirked faintly, lowering his rifle. "Not mine."
The lead figure stopped a few feet away, his cold eyes visible beneath the mask. His voice was calm, clinical. "Alex Dane. Put the weapon down."
Alex didn't move. His finger hovered over the trigger, his mind racing.
"Now," the man repeated, his tone sharper.
"Who the hell are you?" Alex demanded.
The man exchanged a glance with one of his comrades, then turned back to Alex. "We're here to clean up a mess. You've been compromised."
The Setup
Grayson laughed softly, breaking the tension. "Compromised? Is that what you're calling it these days?"
"Shut up," the lead figure snapped, his weapon shifting toward Grayson.
Alex's grip tightened on his rifle. "Someone start explaining, or I start shooting."
The man sighed, his patience clearly wearing thin. "You were sent to track Grayson. To eliminate him if necessary. What you weren't told is that you were also part of the mission."
Alex narrowed his eyes. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"You're the insurance policy," Grayson said, cutting in. His tone was almost amused, though his gaze never left the masked men. "If I got away, they'd use you to flush me out. If I didn't...well, they'd have two loose ends to clean up instead of one."
The realization hit Alex like a punch to the gut. The nervous client in the diner, the cryptic warnings, the deliberate lack of information it all clicked into place.
"You're lying," Alex said, though his voice lacked conviction.
Grayson's smirk widened. "Am I? Take a good look, Dane. Do they look like reinforcements to you?"
Alex's eyes darted between the masked men. Their posture was rigid, their weapons trained on him with military precision. They weren't here to help.
The Standoff
The lead figure took a step forward. "This isn't personal, Dane. You've done your job. Hand over the weapon, and we'll make this quick."
Alex's grip on the rifle didn't waver. "And if I don't?"
The man sighed, almost disappointed. "Then you end up like him." He nodded toward Grayson.
Grayson raised his hands mockingly. "Guess that makes two of us."
The clearing felt smaller now, the trees pressing in as the tension mounted. Alex's mind raced, calculating his odds. He was outnumbered, outgunned, and cornered but he wasn't finished.
"Three seconds," the lead figure said, his tone cold. "Then we do this the hard way."
"Don't let them take you alive," Grayson said quietly, his voice barely audible over the wind.
Alex made his decision.
The Fight
He moved fast, dropping into a crouch and squeezing the trigger. The rifle's crack split the air, and the lead figure went down, clutching his shoulder as blood bloomed across his gear. The clearing erupted into chaos.
The masked men opened fire, their bullets tearing through the snow as Alex rolled behind a fallen log. Splinters flew as rounds chewed through the wood, but he didn't stop. He fired again, dropping a second man, then scrambled toward the trees for better cover.
Grayson moved too, disappearing into the shadows like a ghost.
The masked team regrouped quickly, their movements precise and methodical. Alex had no doubt they were professional mercenaries, likely hired by the same people who'd sent him after Grayson.
"Move in!" one of them barked, their voices sharp and clipped.
Alex fired blindly, forcing them to spread out. The forest exploded with sounds of gunfire, shouted commands, the crack of branches underfoot.
His heart pounded as he darted between the trees, his breaths ragged in the freezing air. He was running out of options and ammunition.
The Unexpected Ally
A shot rang out from deeper in the forest, sharp and deliberate. One of the masked men dropped instantly, a clean hole through his helmet.
Alex turned sharply, his rifle ready, but he didn't fire.
Grayson stepped out of the shadows, his sniper rifle raised, his expression cold. "You're welcome," he said, his voice carrying over the chaos.
Alex didn't answer. He ducked as another burst of gunfire tore through the trees, then returned fire, dropping the last man standing.
The clearing fell silent.
Alex straightened slowly, his rifle still raised, and turned to Grayson. "Why?"
Grayson lowered his weapon, his smirk faint but humorless. "Because if anyone's going to kill you, it's going to be me."
The Fallout
The snow fell heavier now, the flakes swirling in the dim light. Alex stood in the center of the clearing, his rifle slack in his hands. The bodies of the masked men lay scattered around him, their blood staining the pristine white.
Grayson leaned against a tree, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp. "You get it now, don't you? You were never the hunter. You were just bait."
Alex didn't respond. His mind raced, piecing together the fragments of the mission, the lies, the betrayal.
Grayson pushed off the tree, his voice quieter now. "You've got two choices, Dane. Keep playing their game...or join me and burn it all down."
The offer hung in the air, heavy and unspoken.
Alex didn't lower his rifle.
And Grayson just smiled.
