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.

the

used them under normal circumstances. If war broke out, these tunnels could change the tide of

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

just now, he had no choice. At that moment,

hour later, they finally reached an unremarkable house. They slipped inside, wiped

minutes, Mulder signaled for them to move. They slipped

tightly together, with

clearly been here before. He wove through the maze of alleys and twisting paths with practiced

was starting to lose his patience, Mulder suddenly veered into a small

followed, copying his every

inside the house, Mulder entered the living room and peeled back the rug beneath the coffee table, revealing a hidden trapdoor. He hooked two fingers into the

at the tunnel entrance, they could feel a cool breeze drifting up from

Prescott, after you.” Mulder

darkness. It was pitch-black, and it was impossible

Prescott,” Mulder said with a

alert. They might be allies for now, but that didn’t

never killed a man, but recklessness did. Warrick wasn’t going to entrust his life to

squads began scouring the area to

his elite troops as soon as he received the news. He was determined to make up