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 outer city, each leading from the inner city to

Hall of Gods rarely used them under normal circumstances.

hadn’t planned on using the secret tunnels to escape-doing

chaos just now, he had no choice. At that moment, survival was his

hour later, they finally reached

minutes, Mulder signaled for them to move. They slipped out quietly and

tightly together, with narrow alleys and winding streets that could

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

completely disoriented. Just as he was starting to lose his patience, Mulder suddenly veered into a small Strequan-style

immediately followed, copying his every

living room and peeled back the rug beneath the coffee table, revealing a hidden trapdoor. He

at the

Mulder gestured

into the darkness. It was pitch-black, and

ever, Sir Prescott,” Mulder said with a faint smile.

on high alert. They might be allies for

but recklessness did. Warrick wasn’t going to entrust his life to someone he

outer city, countless patrol squads began scouring the area to

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