The Warning

Beth sat on the couch, her fingers gripping a mug of coffee that had long gone cold. The tension in the room was suffocating, pressing down on her like an invisible force. Sophia sat beside her, arms crossed, eyes sharp with barely contained worry. Across from them, Ryan stood with a grim expression, his fingers resting on a folder that neither of them dared to open just yet.

"You need to understand," Ryan began, his voice steady but weighted with urgency. "This isn’t just a search operation. The CIA isn’t looking for David and Jamie to bring them home safely. They see them as obstacles—dangerous assets that need to be controlled."

Beth felt her breath hitch. "What are you saying, Ryan?"

Ryan exhaled, leaning forward. "From what my sources tell me, the moment Jamie was rescued from the elves, she became a priority target. The U.S. government is determined to control whatever magic knowledge she has, and they’re willing to go to extreme lengths to ensure no one else gets to her first." His eyes flickered with something darker. "That includes eliminating any interference—like David."

Sophia clenched her fists. "They think David’s an obstacle just because he’s protecting his daughter?"

Ryan nodded. "And now they’ve deployed her."

Beth’s stomach twisted. "Who?"

"Victoria Langley."

The name sent a chill through the room.

Beth had heard of Victoria before—everyone in intelligence circles had and even though she was just a house wife even she had her name from David and his friends . A ruthless CIA operative with a reputation for getting the job done at any cost. She commanded an elite force, handpicked for precision strikes and high-value asset retrieval. The kind of team that didn’t take prisoners unless absolutely necessary.

"If she’s leading the hunt, then they’re not planning a rescue mission," Ryan continued. "They’re treating this as a retrieval or elimination op. And they’re not the only ones. Several other factions—mercenaries, rogue intelligence groups, even some foreign agencies—are swarming the jungle, all after Jamie."

Beth’s grip tightened around the coffee mug. "Then David and Jamie are better off staying missing."

Ryan nodded grimly. "That’s exactly what I wanted to tell you. If David reaches out to you, don’t tell me. Don’t tell anyone. The moment he makes contact, he’s as good as dead."

Silence fell over the room, the weight of his words settling like a suffocating fog.

For the first time, Beth felt true fear—not just for David and Jamie, but for what would happen if they were found.

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The Hunt

Victoria Langley stood at the center of the Brazilian military base, her ice-blue eyes scanning the holographic map of the Amazon jungle in front of her. Her elite unit—clad in cutting-edge tactical gear—moved with mechanical efficiency, loading weapons, checking drones, and reviewing satellite feeds.

And yet, after days of searching, they had nothing to show for it.

"Status update," she commanded.

One of her operatives, a tall man with a scar running down his cheek, stepped forward. "We've engaged hostile forces twice—one was a local cartel trying to get their hands on the girl, the other was an unknown mercenary group. Both were eliminated."

Victoria’s jaw tightened. "And Lancaster?"

"Still no sign. Either he's dead in the jungle, or he’s better at hiding than we expected."

Victoria wasn’t pleased with that answer. David Lancaster was a skilled soldier, but he wasn’t invincible. Eventually, exhaustion, injuries, or sheer bad luck would catch up to him. The problem was, every time they cleared an area, another faction would appear, slowing their progress.

They were fighting on multiple fronts, chasing ghosts while vultures circled their prize.

And then, finally, a breakthrough.

A scout rushed in, saluting sharply. "Ma’am, we’ve encountered a local militia force. Their leader, General Esteban Morales, has surrendered. He claims to have vital intel on Jamie Lancaster’s location."

Victoria smirked. "Well, isn’t that convenient? Bring him in."

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The Prisoner

General Esteban sat in the makeshift interrogation room, his hands cuffed to a metal chair. He was a grizzled veteran of the jungle, his body covered in scars that told stories of past battles. Despite his situation, he grinned, his teeth stained from years of tobacco and violence.

Victoria entered the room, flanked by two operatives. She took a seat across from Esteban, folding her gloved hands on the table.

"You surrendered rather quickly," she said, her tone cold. "Most warlords fight to the last breath."

Esteban chuckled. "I know when I’m outmatched, lady. Your men? Good soldiers. Armed to the teeth. I’ve got no illusions about how that fight would’ve ended."

Victoria tilted her head. "Then let’s skip the pleasantries. Where is Jamie Lancaster?"

Esteban exhaled, his smile fading slightly. "One of my men, Carlos, took her. Ran off into the jungle with her over his shoulder. That was the last I saw of either of them."

Victoria's eyes narrowed. "And what about David Lancaster?"

Esteban shook his head. "Didn’t see him. Maybe he’s dead, maybe not. But I can tell you this..." His grin returned, eyes glinting with amusement. "You're underestimating someone."

Victoria raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

"Solomon Kane."

One of her operatives scoffed. "The mercenary?"

Esteban laughed, shaking his head. "See, that’s your problem. You military types think because he ain’t got a uniform, he’s not a threat. But let me tell you something..." He leaned forward, his voice dripping with confidence. "Solomon Kane is worth ten of your best men in a jungle like this. He doesn’t fight like a soldier. He fights like a ghost. And if he’s still breathing, then Carlos, Jamie, and even your entire search party? They’re just pieces on his chessboard."

Victoria didn’t even blink. "You give a mercenary too much credit."

Esteban smirked. "Then you haven’t met the right ones."

The operative to Victoria’s right, impatient with the warlord’s arrogance, slammed the butt of his rifle into Esteban’s face, sending him sprawling to the ground. Blood dripped from his nose, but the warlord only chuckled, wiping it away.

"You don’t like hearing the truth, huh?" he taunted.

Victoria sighed, standing up. "We’ll see just how dangerous your mercenary is." She turned to her men. "Get ready to move. If Carlos is still out there, we find him. If Lancaster’s alive, we kill him. And if Solomon Kane gets in our way..." She smirked. "We’ll deal with him too."

As she left the room, Esteban chuckled again, shaking his head.

"Good luck, lady. You’ll need it."

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The Shadow of Solomon Kane

Far from the chaos of Victoria’s search, in the deepest part of the jungle, a lone figure moved through the trees like a ghost. Solomon Kane’s breathing was steady, his grip firm on his rifle as he followed a set of barely visible tracks.

Carlos thought he had vanished into the jungle with Jamie.

But Solomon Kane was already hunting him.

And he never lost his prey.

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