An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

“Damn it!” Warrick cursed. “I was just getting started.”

He was covered in blood. His eyes burned with a wild, excited gleam.

Warrick lived for the fight. After two days in hiding, he was itching to let loose-and now that he had, he wasn’t ready to stop.

“Sir Prescott, think about the bigger picture. If we don’t leave now, it’ll be too late,” Mulder urged, grabbing his arm.

At the far end of the street, dark figures were already visible in the distance, rushing toward them. Though Warrick still seemed reluctant, he quickly calmed down.

“Fall back!” he shouted.

With that, he and Mulder charged past the checkpoint and led a handful of battered soldiers into the outer city.

Unlike the inner city, the outer city had much weaker defenses. The sheer size of the area made it impossible to secure every corner, so only the main thoroughfares had a strong military presence.

Mulder had already mapped out their escape route and prepared the gear.

According to the original plan-if they hadn’t drawn any unwanted attention they’d leave the inner city by car and make a clean getaway.

But if they couldn’t make it out of the city or if their cover was blown, they’d have to use the backup plan-the secret tunnels.

Gods had secretly dug several underground tunnels in the outer city, each leading from the

them under normal

core member of the Hall of Gods, Mulder hadn’t planned on

after the chaos just now, he had no choice.

Half an hour later, they finally

few minutes, Mulder signaled for them

was a tangled mess of run-down buildings packed tightly together, with narrow alleys and winding streets that

been here before. He wove through the maze of alleys

disoriented. Just as he was starting to lose his patience, Mulder suddenly veered into a

followed, copying

the living room and peeled back the rug beneath the coffee table, revealing a hidden trapdoor. He hooked two fingers into the holes, gave a firm

passage leading underground. Standing at the tunnel entrance, they could feel

you.” Mulder gestured toward the

It was pitch-black, and it was impossible

Prescott,” Mulder said with a faint smile.

his senses on high alert. They might be allies for now, but that didn’t mean he fully trusted

a man, but recklessness did. Warrick wasn’t going to entrust his life

countless patrol squads began scouring the area to track down Warrick and

the scene with his elite troops as soon as he received the news. He was determined to