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Don't Bug Me
“Hey, watch where you’re walking, you big lug—I could have been killed, and it would have been your fault!” Dickson looked all around and couldn’t figure out where the voice was coming from. Besides, it really didn’t matter. He was on a job with a tight timeline, and there was no room for distractions. He raced across the darkened showroom, bypassing the display cases filled with cheap costume jewelry, and ran toward the office door. His intel had told him that’s where the safe was located. What it didn’t tell him was there were two doors, one on either end of the back wall.
By Mark Gagnon3 months ago in Criminal
Silent Bite
I didn’t know I was expendable. A façade of frills and smiles lured me in and assured me of my inherent value. There was never a reason to look for red flags. So, when they started popping up, they went unnoticed. That is, until the night of the company holiday party.
By Mollie Narutovics3 months ago in Criminal
The Ghost Returns: Blood on the Costa del Crime. AI-Generated.
The Mediterranean sun rose over Marbella like a blade of gold, cutting through the mist that hung over the harbor. It had been almost three years since Patrick “Patsy” Doran, the man the underworld called The Ghost, vanished into legend.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Criminal
The Ghosts of Marbella: Europe’s Hidden Cocaine Highway. AI-Generated.
The sun over Marbella shines like gold, but beneath the luxury — beneath the yachts, champagne, and celebrity villas — there’s a darkness no one talks about. A hidden empire built not on business or tourism, but on cocaine, blood, and silence.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Criminal
The Relic: Part 3
Four hours later, Zero was a ghost haunting the desolate perimeter of Sector Gamma-4. He had moved like smoke, commandeering a battered utility truck outside a roadside diner—enough cover to blend into the early industrial traffic until he reached the Vault’s territory.
By OWOYELE JEREMIAH3 months ago in Criminal
The Relic: Part 2
The shockwave from the detonation slammed into Zero, a warm, oily gust of wind that smelled of burnt fuel and fear. The fireball had vaporized the central attacking unit, but two things remained: the two SUV drivers, who were now flanking him, and the final man descending the pylon.
By OWOYELE JEREMIAH3 months ago in Criminal
The Relic: Part 1
The rhythm of silence was the last thing Zero had left. For six years, the rhythm had been the same: the crackle of dry-rotted wood settling, the drip of seawater against the pilings beneath his remote, abandoned dock house, and the quiet scrape of the whetstone against the edge of his combat knife.
By OWOYELE JEREMIAH3 months ago in Criminal
The Silver Minute
The air in the vault was exactly 55 degrees Fahrenheit, and Thorne could feel the chill through the reinforced polymer of his suit. It wasn't the temperature that worried him; it was the atmosphere. A mixture of inert gases, specifically designed to smother any spark or flame, and, if the alarm triggered, to induce rapid hypoxia. He had two minutes, maybe less, before the secondary sequence initiated the full purge.
By OWOYELE JEREMIAH3 months ago in Criminal
