Chapter 4 THE LIE THEY WERE SOLD

The forest was alive with the echo of gunfire, distant shouts, and the crackle of breaking branches. Ethan crouched low behind a fallen tree, Orion trembling beside him, Mara scanning the darkness with unwavering focus.

"Ethan," Mara whispered, her voice tight. "They're everywhere. We can't outrun them in the open."

Ethan's jaw tightened. He could feel the weight of every second pressing against them. "We don't need to outrun them. We need to outsmart them."

Orion's hands shook as he gripped his bag of essential research. "I-I don't understand. Why am I still alive?"

Ethan's eyes narrowed. "Because someone wants you dead-and someone wants you alive. And whoever wants you alive? They don't want us in the picture."

Mara stepped closer. "He's right. The orders that sent Ethan's team here... they were never meant to succeed. They knew what they were sending you into."

Orion's pale face drained further of color. "What do you mean?"

Ethan exhaled, forcing himself to remain calm. "Your extraction was a cover. They wanted to contain you. And if that failed... well, then we were expendable."

The words hit Orion like a hammer. "Expendable?"

"Yes," Ethan said bluntly. "You're the key to a weapon that can destabilize nations without a single missile. And my government... they'd rather see everyone-including me-burn than let that technology fall into the wrong hands."

Orion swallowed hard, his fingers tightening around the bag. "So... you're saying I've been a pawn this whole time?"

Ethan didn't flinch. "A pawn, a target, and now... a chance. But you have to trust us if you want to survive."

Behind them, the forest rustled, and Ethan froze. Shadows moved with purpose. Not militia this time-something else. Something faster.

"Trap," he muttered.

Before Mara could respond, a volley of bullets ripped through the underbrush. Ethan pushed Orion down, firing instinctively. Two attackers fell, but more emerged, forcing them into a tight circle.

Mara grabbed Orion's arm. "Run with me!" she shouted.

They bolted through a narrow gap in the trees, leaping over roots and fallen logs, bullets whistling past. Ethan covered their rear, every shot precise, calculated, deadly. The attackers were trained, relentless. But so was Ethan Cross.

They emerged onto a small clearing. Ahead, a ravine dropped into darkness, jagged rocks waiting like teeth below. No time to hesitate. Ethan grabbed Orion, tossed him over the edge to safety, and followed, rolling hard against the rocks below. Mara landed beside them, pain and adrenaline mixing in every bone.

Silence fell for a moment. Then distant shouts echoed. Reinforcements were coming.

Orion shook, still trying to catch his breath. "I don't understand... why? Why would they want to kill me?"

Mara knelt beside him. "Because knowledge is power. And some people? They'd rather destroy the world than let the wrong person have it."

Ethan scanned the horizon. Their path forward led toward the abandoned village where they could hide, regroup, and plan the next step. But it wasn't just the terrain that worried him-it was what they would find there. The militia might not be the worst of it. Someone else had been tracking Orion, watching, waiting.

They reached the village as first light broke across the sky. Shadows stretched long and pale over burned-out huts and shattered walls. Every corner, every doorway, seemed to hide unseen eyes.

"Where do we go?" Orion whispered.

Ethan's gaze landed on the tallest, most intact building in the center-a crumbling schoolhouse. "We hide there. Then we plan."

Mara shot him a glance. "You mean we fight from there. We can't just hide."

Ethan exhaled. "Not hide. Observe. Choose our moment. We only get one shot to reach Orion's lab safely, and we're running out of time."

They slipped inside the schoolhouse, the floorboards groaning beneath their weight. Dust hung thick in the air. Ethan set Orion against a wall, checking his injuries while Mara barricaded the windows as best she could.

Minutes passed. Silence returned. Then a faint click echoed in the distance.

"Someone's here," Mara whispered, tense.

Ethan moved to the door, peering through a crack. A figure emerged from the mist-uniformed, moving deliberately. Not militia, not Kandaran. Too precise. Too disciplined.

Orion froze. "Who... who is that?"

Ethan's hand went to his rifle. "I don't know. But whatever they want... it's not friendly."

The figure stopped, scanning the village. Then, unexpectedly, it raised a hand. A single signal. Seconds later, more figures appeared, emerging silently from shadows and ruins. Trained. Armed. Dangerous.

Ethan turned to Mara. "We've been lied to our entire lives. And now? We're trapped."

Orion swallowed, fear etched into every line of his face. "So... what do we do?"

Ethan's eyes hardened. "We survive. We fight. And we make sure the truth gets out-no matter the cost."

From outside, the sound of footsteps grew louder. Shadows moved toward the schoolhouse like predators. The first shots rang out.

Ethan crouched behind the barricade, his heart steady, his mind razor-sharp. Mara readied her weapon. Orion gripped the bag with the weapon plans, trembling-but determined.

They were outnumbered. Outgunned. And completely exposed.

But there was one thing their pursuers hadn't counted on: desperation.

And desperation, Ethan thought, made men unstoppable.

The night stretched on, thick with tension, each second a razor's edge. Every movement, every breath, could be their last.

Above, the first sun rays pierced the smoke-filled sky. Kandara waited, merciless, and somewhere in the ruins of the village, the war for Orion's secret truly began.