⚫ Chapter 11: Love in the Line of Fire

🕯️ Verdale City – Industrial District, 2:12 AM

The sound of gunfire echoed through the steel skeletons of half-finished skyscrapers. Rain slammed down in sheets, masking the screams, the sirens… and the pounding of two hearts racing faster than bullets.

Liana darted between stacks of shipping containers, breath ragged, pistol tight in her grip. Behind her, Rafe followed—smooth, calculated—his rifle sweeping left to right.

— "Left! Incoming!" she shouted.

Rafe spun, squeezed the trigger. Three shots—three headshots. Bodies dropped.

— "You're enjoying this way too much," Rafe grinned, sliding beside her, back pressed against the cold steel.

She smirked, wiping rain from her brow.

— "Not as much as you think."

But her heartbeat betrayed her. Not from fear... not this time.

A sudden blast exploded behind them—an RPG tearing through the upper floors of the adjacent building. Shrapnel rained down. They ducked, Liana instinctively pulling Rafe close.

Too close.

His hands gripped her shoulders, their eyes locking for a second too long in the middle of chaos. Her lips parted—was it to speak? To curse? Or something else?

Neither got the chance.

A red laser cut through the air—SPECTER.

— "MOVE!" Rafe roared, shoving her aside just as a sniper round shattered the metal where her head had been.

They dove, rolled, came up firing. From the rooftops, the ghost in the skull mask stalked them—methodical, merciless.

— "How the hell does he track us through everything?" Rafe cursed, ejecting his mag.

— "Because he's not human." Liana's voice was steel. "Or at least... not anymore."

She yanked a smoke grenade, tossed it toward the rooftop. FSSSSH—plumes of smoke obscured the sniper's line of sight.

— "We've got one shot to lose him. Follow me."

They sprinted toward a nearby maintenance hatch, Rafe covering the rear. More Syndicate agents poured in from the streets—automatic fire lighting up the night like fireworks from hell.

Liana slid down the ladder first, landing in an underground corridor. Rafe followed, slammed the hatch shut, and locked it.

Silence.

Well, almost.

Their ragged breaths filled the space, mixing with the distant thumps of boots searching above.

Rafe leaned against the wall, chest rising and falling. "You good?"

She nodded, then winced. "Clipped my side. Bullet grazed me."

He stepped closer, too close. His hands found her jacket, peeling it back to check. His fingers brushed skin—warm despite the cold.

Her breath caught.

"Just a scratch," he muttered. But his voice... wasn't steady. Not entirely.

Their eyes locked again.

This time... the world outside didn't matter.

His hand lingered at her waist. Her fingers hovered near his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt.

— "Rafe..."

— "Yeah?" His voice was lower now.

She didn't answer. Didn't have to.

Her lips crushed against his.

Fierce. Messy. Desperate.

Not soft. Not sweet. This was fire. This was the kiss of two people who knew tomorrow wasn't guaranteed.

His hands tangled in her hair, hers clutched at his collar, yanking him impossibly closer. For a moment… there was no Syndicate. No Specter. No war. Just them.

But the moment shattered—BOOM. The hatch above exploded.

— "GO!" Liana shoved him toward the tunnel.

They sprinted, boots splashing through puddles. Behind them, shadows descended. Specter was in pursuit. His footsteps were like death itself—steady, inevitable.

— "No more running," Liana growled. "We finish this. Now."

She skidded to a halt at a junction. Checked her remaining gear. A plan formed—reckless. Insane. Perfect.

— "Rafe... you trust me?"

He grinned, wiping blood from his lip. "At this point? With my life."

— "Good. Then stay close. Because if this fails... we're both dead."

She pulled the last C4 charge from her pack, armed it, and pressed it to the support beam.

Specter rounded the corner. His glowing red optics locked onto them. No words. Just the faint hum of his rifle charging.

— "Liana... now or never!" Rafe yelled.

She hit the detonator.

KA-BOOOOOOM.

The tunnel collapsed, swallowing Specter in a wave of fire, rubble, and dust.

Silence.

They coughed, covered in debris, but alive.

Rafe looked at her—bruised, battered, but grinning. "So... about that kiss..."

She shoved his shoulder, laughing despite herself. "Shut up and move before he crawls out of that."

But her smile lingered.

Because for the first time... amid all the blood and war... something burned brighter than revenge.

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✔️ End of Chapter 11

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