The private Watson jet didn't just fly into London; it cut through the airspace like a predatory bird. Inside the cabin, the atmosphere was sterile and lethal.
11:00 PM: High-Altitude Preparation
POV: Jay
I sat across from Keifer, my medical bag open on the table between us. He was dressed in a black tactical turtleneck and a heavy coat, his face a mask of cold, hard stone. He looked every bit the "Monster" the world feared, but I could see the slight tremor in his left hand—the toll of the surgery he had survived only days ago.
"Hold still," I commanded, swabbing his side with antiseptic.
"I'm fine, Jay," he grunted, though his jaw tightened as I checked the fresh sutures.
"You're 'fine' because I'm pumping you full of high-grade nerve blocks," I snapped, looking him in the eye. "One wrong move, one heavy impact, and you'll bleed out before I can get a clamp on you. You are a walking miracle, Keifer. Don't make me work a second one today."
He reached out, his large hand cupping the back of my neck, pulling me forward until our foreheads touched. "I have you, don't I? The best surgeon in the world is on my payroll. I'm not worried."
I'm not on your payroll, hubby," I whispered, kissing his nose. "I'm on your side. There's a difference."
01:00 AM: The London Docks
POV: Keifer
We landed at a private airstrip and were met by a fleet of black armored SUVs. Section E was already on the ground. Rory and Erdix had secured the perimeter of a massive warehouse on the Thames—the primary hub for the Sterling Syndicate
Keifer," Rory whispered into the comms. "Thermal imaging shows thirty hostiles inside. They're expecting a shipment, not a reckoning."
"Good," I rumbled. I checked my weapon, the cold steel familiar in my grip. I looked at Jay, who was donning a tactical vest over her scrubs, a specialized medical kit strapped to her thigh.
"Stay behind me," I ordered.
"In your dreams, Keifer," she replied, checking a small, concealed tranquilizer pistol I'd given her. "I'm the one who has to patch you up when this goes sideways."
The Breach
We didn't knock.
The warehouse doors were taken out by controlled thermite charges. As the smoke billowed, I stepped through the fire. The first three guards didn't even have time to raise their rifles. I moved with a predatory grace that defied my injuries, my movements fueled by pure, unadulterated rage.
They touched my car.
They hurt my wife.
They made my children cry
Every shot I fired was a signature of my fury. Beside me, Keigan was a blur of calculated efficiency, his movements mirroring mine but with a strategist's precision.
Suddenly, a group of mercenaries flanked us from the catwalks. "Jay, down!" I roared, spinning to cover her.
But Jay didn't wait to be saved. She dove behind a crate, popped up, and fired two precise tranquilizer darts into the necks of the lead gunmen. They crumpled instantly.
"I told you," she shouted over the gunfire, "I know exactly where the carotid artery is, Keifer!"
02:30 AM: The Confrontation
We pushed into the back office, where the head of the Sterling Syndicate, a man named Vane, was trying to flush documents down a high-speed shredder
I grabbed him by the throat, slamming him against the reinforced glass window overlooking the river. The "Monster" was fully front-and-center now. I didn't see a man; I saw the person who tried to turn my daughter into an orphan.
"Who authorized the hit?" I hissed, my grip tightening until his face turned purple.
"You... you're supposed to be dead..." Vane gasped.
"I've died twice this year," I growled, leaning in close so he could see the silver fire in my eyes. "It didn't stick. But I promise you, when I'm done with you, there won't be enough left of you to bury."
"Keifer!" Jay's voice rang out.
I paused, looking back. She was standing there, her face splattered with a bit of dust, but her eyes were steady. She wasn't telling me to stop. She was holding up a small, glowing vial.
"The truth serum I developed in the Black Box lab," she said, a dark smile touching her lips. "It's much more effective than breaking bones, hubby. It makes them feel like their skin is on fire until they tell the truth."
I looked back at Vane and grinned. It was a terrifying, soulless expression. "You heard the Doctor, Vane. You can talk to me... or you can talk to her."
04:00 AM: The Aftermath
Vane sang like a bird. He gave us names, bank accounts, and the location of every cell left in the UK. By the time the sun began to peek over the London Bridge, the Sterling Syndicate was a memory.
I stood on the pier, the cold wind whipping my coat. The adrenaline was fading, and the pain in my side was returning with a vengeance. I swayed slightly.
Immediately, Jay was there, her arm around my waist, supporting my weight.
"Mission accomplished?" she asked softly.
"For tonight," I rasped, leaning heavily on her. "But Vane mentioned a name. Someone higher up. Someone who knew our schedule. Someone... inside the London office."
Jay's grip on me tightened. "A traitor?"
"A dead man walking," I promised.
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