Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours!

Chapter 409: Two Teams II

Doctors’ new secret base. 7:30 p.m.

"It’s time. Let’s move in."

Aiden spoke in a low, commanding tone, content with the level of darkness that had finally swallowed the field.

The heavy silence of the night relieved him; there had been no occurrences, no surprises—the plan was going exactly as arranged. The doctors hadn’t left the house, not a single shadow had crossed the windows.

He gestured with his fingers—index and middle in a sharp up-and-down motion. Instantly, the agents flanking him responded like clockwork, crouching low as they darted forward in silence, their boots whispering against the damp grass as they slid into their designated positions.

His own heart beat in slow, deliberate thuds, a soldier’s rhythm. The stillness before the storm.

"Stay safe and don’t die on me..." he muttered under his breath, eyes cutting toward Susan as they advanced together, still crouched low, their backs bent like hunters stalking prey. The old model windows loomed not far ahead, and one wrong silhouette could give them away.

Susan snorted softly, but there was a smile tugging at her lips despite the tension. "I will be fine, old man. Athena wouldn’t have let me come if she didn’t think that. I am my mother’s daughter."

"Of course, you are, Susan. Of course you are. But... be careful..." Aiden’s voice softened briefly, almost fatherly, before the two of them peeled apart—one veering left, the other right—melting into the darkness.

Static whispered faintly in their earpieces as each agent reported in, their clipped voices confirming positions around the perimeter. Like shadows, they encircled the house. The ring was tight, unbroken.

Aiden, satisfied that every angle was covered, slipped a phone from his pocket and typed swiftly, thumbs steady despite the tension in his jaw. The text was short: "Are you in position?"

The reply came immediately. "Yes."

The truck. The contingency plan.

Athena’s foresight again. She had added the vehicle to the mission, insisting they needed it should a loud batch of drugs be found somewhere in the house.

She had prepared for every possibility, down to the tiniest detail, even having one of their trackers map the coordinates of the field inch by inch.

"Team A, stay in position. Team B, move in."

her team into place, her gun raised, back pressed against the siding near the

team, after confirming the front room was clear, lobbed tear gas through an open window. White smoke began to curl upward, hazing against the glass. In quick succession, they slid on another shade

"Move."

house, guns poised, shoulders brushing as they swept into the living room. Their training showed in

The living room was

was the next

bore the marks of life—wardrobes half-open, a stack of storybooks, beds pressed

It shouldn’t be so.

the warehouse, his frown etched deep, pulling his mask off with a frustrated

noise in her earpiece, she had advanced cautiously round the house until she

is empty." Aiden’s answer was clipped, his lips a

have been watching them. There is no way that is possible. Unless..." Her

raised a brow.

is a hidden door. A hidden pathway, just

his face. The frustration showed in the tight clench of his jaw. "Which means we have successfully managed to tip them off about our presence. Let’s hope their protectors won’t be here soon enough, and that we

gamble. "Brace up," he

slipped once more into the structure. The smoke had begun to clear,

every floorboard tapped. Yet still—nothing. No secret door. No sound

panic threading her voice. Time was

found a single phone, which only confirmed the doctors still had their devices—and could have already

she thought

"Commander! In here..."

room—the one lined with storybooks,

it?" Aiden demanded,

nestled discreetly behind the wardrobe. From the position of a cloth bin nearby, it

sank. If they had used the lever, who had hidden it then? Someone was outside, maybe in one of the rooms, probably

of his gun as his other hand reached slowly for the lever. With a firm tug, the whitewashed wall shifted, groaning as it parted. A

wall stretched a lab. Apparatus gleamed on high tables and wooden shelves, organized with care. A luminous flame still burned under a small vessel, liquid

muttered, stepping closer, eyes narrowing

is it?"