Chapter 4 CHAPTER 4
The warehouse district was a graveyard of steel and rust.
At three in the morning, the towering shipping containers cast long shadows beneath flickering floodlights, turning every narrow passage into a potential ambush.
Eric moved silently between them, plasma rifle raised.
His visor swept the darkness.
Three heat signatures.
Two hundred feet ahead.
"Movement. Two o'clock," Rafe's voice whispered through the comm.
"Single contact approaching your position."
"I've got it."
Eric steadied his breathing.
The mutant emerged from behind a container, its body twisted beyond recognition.
He fired.
The creature dropped instantly.
No scream.
No struggle.
Just silence.
Eric approached automatically.
A week ago, he would have confirmed the kill and moved on.
Now...
His eyes searched the body.
Its hands.
Its clothing.
Anything.
A tarnished metal bracelet circled one wrist.
Cheap.
Worn smooth from years of use.
Not something a monster would care about.
Something a person once had.
He looked away.
"Vaughn."
Dante's voice crackled through the comm.
"You planning to adopt the corpse?"
Eric blinked.
"Moving."
He forced himself onward.
---
The second attack came from above.
Metal groaned overhead.
A mutant dropped from a rusted catwalk with unnatural speed.
Eric sidestepped and fired twice.
The creature crashed onto the concrete.
As it hit the ground, something slipped from beneath its torn shirt.
A faded photograph.
The wind flipped it over.
A smiling family.
A man.
A woman.
A little boy sitting on his father's shoulders.
The picture was stained with dirt and dried blood.
Still...
Someone had protected it until the very end.
"Eric!"
Dante's shout snapped him back.
Another mutant lunged from the darkness.
Eric reacted on instinct.
Three plasma bolts tore through its chest.
The body skidded across the pavement.
Dante lowered his rifle.
"That's twice."
Eric frowned.
"What?"
"You hesitated."
"I was checking my surroundings."
"No."
Dante looked unconvinced.
"You were staring."
"I'm fine."
"You keep saying that."
Dante shook his head.
"One more contact."
"Southeast corner."
"Let's finish this."
---
The alley ended at a chain-link fence.
There was nowhere left to run.
The final mutant stood waiting.
Smaller than the others.
Its torn combat jacket still carried faded military camouflage beneath the blood and grime.
Eric raised his rifle.
The mutant slowly lifted both hands.
Palms forward.
Empty.
Not attacking.
Not charging.
Surrendering.
His finger froze on the trigger.
Behind him Dante cursed.
"What are you doing?"
The mutant's breathing was ragged.
Its eyes...
They weren't empty.
They were terrified.
"Take the shot," Dante barked.
Eric couldn't move.
Then something shifted beyond the mutant.
At the mouth of the alley stood a second figure.
Human.
A woman.
Her face disappeared beneath the shadow of a hood.
She made no attempt to hide.
She simply watched.
Completely still.
Her gaze never left Eric.
The air suddenly felt colder.
She wasn't frightened.
She wasn't surprised.
She looked...
Expectant.
As though she'd seen this happen many times before.
"Eric!"
Dante grabbed his shoulder.
The sudden movement broke the moment.
The mutant glanced toward the hooded woman...
Then back at Eric.
It took one cautious step forward.
Dante shouted.
The mutant flinched.
Eric's training took over.
Three plasma rounds echoed through the alley.
The creature collapsed before it reached him.
Silence.
Eric immediately looked toward the alley entrance.
The hooded woman was gone.
Only empty pavement remained.
---
"You finally remembered how to shoot."
Dante holstered his rifle before kneeling beside the corpse.
"Mission complete."
Eric barely heard him.
He stared at the dead mutant.
The camouflage jacket.
The raised hands.
The bullet holes.
"Did you see her?"
Dante looked up.
"See who?"
"The woman."
"What woman?"
Eric pointed toward the alley entrance.
"She was standing right there."
Dante glanced around.
"I don't see anyone."
"No."
"You would've."
"There was someone."
Dante sighed.
"I think you've been spending too much time inside your own head."
He activated his communicator.
"Rafe, southeast sector is secure."
"Copy," Rafe answered.
"Return to extraction."
Dante stood.
"Let's move."
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The walk back felt longer than usual.
The city remained silent around them.
Only the distant cry of gulls and the hum of cargo cranes broke the darkness.
Finally Eric spoke.
"Dante."
"Hm?"
"The last one."
"What about it?"
"It surrendered."
Dante didn't even slow down.
"No, it didn't."
"It raised its hands."
"Random movement."
"It understood the gun."
"It understood fear."
Dante stopped walking.
He turned slowly.
"You know what I think?"
Eric waited.
"I think you've been seeing too many dead bodies."
"This job gets into your head."
"You start imagining faces."
"Stories."
"Meaning."
He placed a hand on Eric's shoulder.
"Don't let sympathy get you killed."
Then he walked ahead.
Eric remained where he was.
Maybe Dante was right.
Maybe guilt was making him imagine things.
Maybe exhaustion had conjured a woman who wasn't there.
But one detail refused to leave his mind.
When the hooded woman had looked at him...
She hadn't looked shocked.
She hadn't looked angry.
She'd looked disappointed.
Like she'd watched him fail a test.
As the first rays of dawn crept over the abandoned warehouses, Eric realized something that chilled him more than the night's hunt ever had.
Someone knew the truth.
Someone had been watching Vanguard.
And whoever that woman was...
She had been watching him.
For the first time since the alley behind the Red Lion, Eric felt something even more dangerous than doubt.
He felt hunted.
