Chapter Ninety Nine
"In the garage, waiting. I ca to your Suite and learnt you had left."
She cleared her throat. "Had to check sothing out. I’m on my way."
She ended the call and moved faster.
By the ti she reached the private terminal, the jet was already waiting with the engines humming softly in the night. The lights along the runway cast long shadows, stretching toward the aircraft like grasping hands.
Demir stood at the base of the stairs, one hand in his pocket, and the other gripping a folded map. His gaze t hers imdiately, as if assessing her.
"You good?"
She barely paused, her expression unreadable. "One of those days." The words ca out flat, and dismissive. Before he could press, she cut in, "What’s the plan?"
A flicker of sothing— concern, maybe— crossed his face, but he didn’t push. He simply held up the map. "I’ll show you inside."
That was all she needed. Without another word, she turned and climbed the stairs, stepping into the cool cabin. The air inside slled of leather and jet fuel, sterile but familiar.
Behind her, the door shut.
Demir followed, unfolding the map as he took the seat across from her.
His hand moved swiftly, tracing their route. "We land here," he said, tapping a small airstrip just outside the city limits. "The only person who knows where our target is, is kidnapped in an underground bunker beneath an abandoned water factory. Surveillance reveals there is heavy security: Six teams rotating at all hours. All of them are heavily ard. The only access point is through an elevator in the main warehouse."
Asli leaned forward as her eyes scanned the layout.
Demir continued, "We go in under the cover of lost tourists. Our contact inside will disable the outer caras for exactly two minutes. That gives us about 24 seconds each to get through the gate or else the alarm blows and then reach the lower level before they realize we’re inside."
One of the n crossed his arms. "And once we are in?"
Demir’s finger dragged over a set of corridors. "There are two hallways, both leading to the bunker. One is a straight shot but heavily guarded. The other" he tapped a narrow vent system leading around the periter "gets us closer without being seen."
A muscle ticked in Asli’s jaw. "Then what?"
Demir’s tone was flat. "We take him out."
Silence settled over the room.
The plan was solid. Clean. Too clean. It was easy.
But Asli’s eyes flicked over the red marks around the main hallway, and she shook her head.
"No," she said, her voice cold, final. "That hallway will get us killed in three minutes."
Demir frowned. "I know the system is too narrow for all of us— "
"I’m not talking about the vents system." She leaned in, tapping a section near the entrance. "But we need the password. A wrong one, would set off the alarm, locking all exits. They will intentionally unlock the door to the vent system’s hallway. The mont we enter, they’ll lock it down. We won’t be able to breathe in there. There’ll be no exit route because we already set off the alarm. We’d be cornered with nowhere to go and no air to breathe that is why they have no guards there."
One of the n exhaled sharply. The other two n exchanged glances, agreeing with her. Demir’s plan was too easy.
Demir’s gaze locked onto hers, searching. "Then what do you suggest?" He knew Asli was right. Even if they were to wear gas masks and carry oxygen, they’d exhaust it before anyone opened them. He had overlooked that aspect. He had seen an easy route and thought they should take it.
Her fingers drumd once against the table before she pointed to an unmarked section at the side of the building.
"We have to blow a new entrance." she suggested.
"Not a good idea." Demir quickly inford her. His idea might have been dangerous but hers was foolish.
The route with the guards would be the safest option among all the ones they’ve listed.
"How many guards do they have on the other route?" One of the three n asked and Demir recollected.
"Thirty. It’s an open route."
"How does that make any sense? Why not kill him to hide where our target is hiding? Unless, he is our target. They are hiding him from us." Asli pointed out and it seed everyone was thinking it too.
"The thirty n won’t be easy to take down. Because, before entering inside the abandoned company, you need to enter without any weapons. The alarm goes off once it detects it." Demir added.
Asli’s lips pressed into a thin line, but she didn’t flinch. Instead, she leaned back, arms folding across her chest. "Foolish or not, it’s the only way we won’t die in there."
Demir shook his head. "Blasting a hole through inside of the building will alert everyone there before any of us even set foot in there."
"Exactly but not inside the building. We blow it at the far end of it. Far from where we need to be," she countered, tapping the map again. "It forces them to react, and scatters them, trying to find where we are. At the ti, the cara would be put off. Right now, they have all it takes to kill us. They know every trap they have set, where every alarm goes off, and every blind spot. We don’t. If we control how the fight starts, we are likely to level the playing field."
The three n sat in tense silence, glancing at each other. One cleared his throat. "We would need to get the bombs before we get there."
"I will contact our black market lady in that city. She’ll have one of her n deliver it imdiately." One of the n inford them while he quickly dug into his pocket for his phone.
"If we do this, we need a way to enter with the bombs without triggering any alarm and then plant the charges without being seen. If we can get the bombs in, we can also get in with our weapons."
Demir exhaled, rubbing a hand down his face. He hated it. She knew he did. But she also knew he was turning it over in his mind, and weighing the risk against the alternative.
After a long pause, he nodded once. "We’d need soone to enter with the bombs and weapons. We need a distraction."
A slow smirk tugged at the corner of Asli’s lips. "I’ll handle that."
Demir’s expression darkened. "That’s not what I ant."
She shrugged. "Doesn’t matter. It is what’s happening."
The jet dipped slightly as they started their descent. The conversation was over. The plan was set.
Now, all that was left was to see who made it out alive.
"Let’s get that motherfcker out." She said while smiling.
"It’s intriguing how you had a moody look but once you found out how deadly this mission is and volunteered to plant bombs, you look happy." Demir had heard a lot about her while he was away.
At so point he almost thought they were exaggerating. However, seeing this, he believed they had downplayed.
The jet touched down smoothly, the tires skimming the runway before settling with a slight jolt. Asli barely waited for the engines to power down before unbuckling her seatbelt and rising to her feet. The others followed, silently.
As they descended the stairs, a car idled nearby, the driver already stepping out to open the door. Asli slid in first, and Demir followed before the other three did.
"We’ll stop by the hotel," she said, her voice casual despite the weight of the mission ahead. A slow smile tugged at her lips. "I need to get sothing."
The driver nodded and drove onto the road. The city lights blurred past, with neon streaks piercing through the darkness.
A few minutes later, Asli leaned forward. "Drop here," she instructed. "Co back for after you have taken them to the hotel."
Demir shot her a glance but didn’t question it. He knew she was up to sothing.
The car slowed, and she stepped out, shutting the door behind her with a quiet click. The street was nearly empty. She pulled out her phone and dialed.
The line barely rang before a voice answered.
"Do you have what I texted you." She asked imdiately he said hello.
"You’re in a rush," the man noted.
"I don’t have ti for small talk," she replied. "Do you have it?"
A pause, then, "et in ten minutes."
She ended the call and made her way into a narrow alley, the kind where shadows stretched long, and trouble thrived. It wasn’t long before a figure erged from the darkness. He wasn’t a friend. Just soone useful when she needed things. And when he needed things, she had to return the favor.
He held up a small case. "Specialized laser detection device goggles. You are lucky I even got my hands on these."
She reached for it, but he pulled back slightly, his smirk sharp. "Not so fast. You owe ." Of course she knew she did.
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