Story 699: Blood and Betrayal

The ruins of Blacksite Theta burned.

Sergeant Darius "Hellhound" Rook moved like a phantom through the wreckage, his pistol still warm from the execution of Dr. Sylvia Voss. Her corpse lay somewhere in the control room, eyes lifeless, her twisted ambitions shattered by his hand.

But the war wasn’t over.

It all led to this moment.

General Viktor "Bloodfang" Kruger.

The mastermind. The tyrant. The architect of this undead nightmare.

Rook ascended the last set of stairs toward the rooftop. The night sky above was split with gunfire and lightning. The final battle had begun.

The heavy steel door groaned as he pushed through. And there he was.

Kruger stood at the edge of the rooftop, back turned, watching the chaos below. His red beret was pristine, his uniform untainted by blood, as if he were untouched by the war he created.

"You’re late, Sergeant," Kruger said without turning.

Rook raised his gun. "You already know why I’m here."