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.

in the outer city, each leading from

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 on using the

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

Mulder’s lead, the group sprinted through the dark streets. Half an hour later, they finally reached an

Mulder signaled for them to move.

tangled mess of run-down buildings packed tightly together, with narrow alleys and winding streets that could easily confuse anyone

He wove through the maze of alleys

to lose his patience, Mulder suddenly veered into

immediately followed, copying his

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

at the tunnel entrance,

Prescott, after you.” Mulder

into the darkness. It was pitch-black, and it was

Sir Prescott,” Mulder said with a faint smile. Without hesitation, he led his men into the

his senses on high alert. They might be allies

man, but recklessness did. Warrick wasn’t

patrol squads began scouring the area to track down Warrick

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