The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 489

With a creased map in hand, Percival trekked alongside Soren to a nearby abandoned mine.

At the mine’s entrance, they stumbled upon a covert mark of White Tiger etched into the rock face, its meaning unclear yet undeniably significant. And there, scattered nearby, lay a cache of critical documents belonging to CK.

“Base, this is Soren. We’ve found the mark,” Soren hollered into his headset.

A different voice crackled back, not Micah’s as expected, but that of the HQ commander. “Copy that. Proceed underground.”

Exchanging a glance, Percival and Soren strapped on their oxygen masks and descended into the bowels of the earth.

Markers bearing White Tiger’s emblem appeared sporadically along the mine’s tunnels—faded, but a trail they could follow nonetheless.

As they ventured deeper, the air grew thin, and a faint, metallic scent of blood wafted from the depths.

Suddenly, a clod of earth tumbled from directly above Percival.

“Run!” Percival barked, his eyes dark with urgency.

With lightning reflexes, Soren signaled to the team behind them, and the third squad retreated in a disciplined dash toward the exit.

Then, a thunderous collapse echoed from behind Soren.

“Captain!” He yelled.

“Get out of here. That’s an order!” Percival’s voice crackled through the headset as Soren could only glimpse his silhouette through the narrowing gaps in the debris.

“Captain, I’ll get you out!” Soren halted along with a few others.

Percival’s voice was icy. “Get lost. After you’re out, find Vivienne!”

Leopold and Thomas, sensing the gravity of the situation, called out, “Captain, report your status!”

“Mine… Collapse… Get out…”

Percival’s voice faded into static.

Percival’s last known location. However, before they could get close, a helicopter

unfamiliar with the terrain, the front squad often

their firepower and

HQ, Micah shouted into the mic, “Wolf, unidentified forces are

the mine, Percival tossed aside his useless headset, shouting to Soren, “Comms are

the battle above, Soren knew staying meant certain death for

chance was to escape and return with

streaming, Soren vowed, “Captain,

mine, though not without injuries—broken limbs and, for Soren, a

life with Micah’s

comms are down. Send me the coordinates

to consider the consequences. They had to down the helicopters to

cursed and relayed

three squads swiftly ended the fight, downing two helicopters, while

casualties among them,

head hastily bandaged, relayed Percival’s location to Leopold, insisting

two rifles from the other members and strapped them on, his voice a

sentiment. “Second

to follow, dizziness from blood loss nearly overcame

caught him. “Go back to report and heal.

over, nearly collapsing. “Everyone, back

our captain is still in there!” Leopold roared, defiance written across his

grew up with him.

firm. “Look at your men. They’re heavily wounded, and their lives matter, too. Back to base,

and took Soren from Thomas. “Get him treated, then

operator approached with urgent news. “Deputy director, it’s

the handset. “This is

authorized this operation? I told you to wait for satellite confirmation before proceeding. Do you

overheard the loud

the mine. When

voice came from the other side, “Bullshit! I’ve been shouting my

the comms

realized it, too, and yelled for his men to check the

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