A CHILLING MESSAGE

The secure bunker in Warsaw, Poland, was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the glow of monitors displaying live satellite feeds and encrypted intelligence reports. Jamie Lancaster and Solomon Kane stood in front of a large screen, the tension in the air palpable. Vikram Rathore, arms crossed, remained close by, studying the encrypted message that had just arrived.

The screen flickered to life. The image was grainy at first, but as it sharpened, a figure cloaked in black tactical gear appeared—Ghost.

His mask was smooth, featureless except for the faint glow of a digital HUD display across the visor. His voice was calm, calculated, and taunting.

"Solomon Kane, I expected more from you. You’re supposed to be the best, the rogue predator of the battlefield. But today, you were prey. And you barely survived."

Solomon’s jaw tightened, but he remained silent. Jamie clenched her fists.

Ghost continued. “You believe you’re fighting a war of ideals, of tactics and skill. But war isn’t just fought on battlefields.”

The video feed shifted, the screen now showing a live feed from multiple cameras.

Jamie’s eyes widened. Her father, David Lancaster, was exiting his home in Washington D.C., talking to an undercover security officer. Then, a feed from a university campus, where her mother, Beth, was giving a lecture, oblivious to the fact that she was being watched.

A third screen showed Sophia Lancaster, her aunt, inside her apartment, reading a book.

Ghost’s voice remained chillingly even. "You can fight as much as you like, but it won’t matter. Because we are always watching."

Then, the final image appeared.

Carlos.

He was bound to a chair, blood dripping from his lip, his head hanging low. The room was dark, but it was clear he had been beaten.

Solomon’s eyes burned with fury.

Ghost’s voice lowered to a whisper. “Do you feel it, Kane? That helplessness? That rage? If this is your full potential, then you’re nothing more than a footnote in history.”

The screen went black.

For a moment, no one spoke. The weight of the threat hung over them like a guillotine. Then, Solomon turned away from the screen, his expression cold and focused.

“We’re going after Carlos.”

Jamie, still shaken, took a breath. “And my family—”

Vikram was already moving, grabbing his encrypted phone. “I’ll handle it. Admiral Lancaster needs to be informed immediately.”

Solomon nodded. “Then let’s move, To prevent any leaks, this time I will handle the guard and Jamie will hande the technical aspects ”

Vikram intervend "Someone must Guard Jamie too, if you don't trust my men, let me come too, it has been some time, since I have done a field operation but my techniques have not been rusty."

Solomon laughed "Glad to have you Colonel."

OPERATION: SHADOW RESCUE

The mission was on.

Carlos’ last known location was an abandoned industrial site outside Bratislava, Slovakia. A former Soviet-era facility, now repurposed by Project Specter as a black-site prison for “high-value” captives.

“We go in fast,” Solomon briefed the team inside the transport plane. “Stealth first. If it turns loud, we handle it. Primary objective: extract Carlos alive. No exceptions.”

Jamie strapped on her gear. "And if Ghost is waiting for us?"

Solomon checked his rifle, his voice ice-cold. "Then I finish what we started."

THE INFILTRATION

The industrial site loomed in the darkness, its rusted steel towers and crumbling walls standing like the bones of a long-dead beast. Guards patrolled the perimeter, drones hovering overhead, scanning for intruders.

Solomon and his team moved through the shadows, using the cover of night and their advanced stealth gear. Vikram had hacked the drone systems, creating a two-minute blind spot in their patrol routes.

They scaled the eastern wall, moving across the rooftop, eliminating sentries with silenced weapons.

“Security is heavier than expected,” Jamie whispered through the comms.

Solomon’s voice was steady. “They know we’re coming.”

At the heart of the compound, Carlos was locked in a reinforced room

, guarded by heavily armed operatives.

Solomon gave the signal. “We go in now.”

BREAKING IN

The first shot was silent, but deadly. A guard dropped, his rifle clattering.

The second was faster—Jamie moved in, taking down the second sentry with a brutal strike to the throat.

The third didn’t even get a chance to turn around before Vikram silenced him.

The door to the holding chamber was heavily secured, but Solomon had no time for subtlety. He set a shaped charge, stepping back.

BOOM.

The explosion sent shockwaves through the facility. The alarm blared, and the entire compound was on alert.

Inside, Carlos looked up, his face swollen and bloodied. His eyes widened as he saw Solomon.

“Took you long enough.”

Jamie rushed forward, cutting his restraints. “We’re getting you out.”

Carlos groaned. “They knew you were coming. They wanted you here.”

The realization hit Solomon a second too late.

It was a trap.

GHOST’S AMBUSH

Gunfire erupted from above. The upper walkways were filled with Specter operatives, their weapons aimed down.

And at the center of them, Ghost stood, watching.

“Predictable,” Ghost murmured.

Solomon didn’t hesitate. He grabbed Carlos and shoved him toward Jamie. “Get him out. Now.”

Ghost’s sniper rifle was already in position.

A single shot rang out—Jamie barely dodged, the bullet shattering the metal doorframe beside her.

Vikram threw a flashbang, and the room erupted in white light.

Solomon turned to Ghost, their gazes locking.

Ghost gave a slight nod. “Next time, Kane.”

And then he vanished into the smoke.

THE ESCAPE

Bullets rained down as the team fought their way out. Explosions tore through the facility’s infrastructure, setting off secondary chain reactions.

Jamie led Carlos through the escape route, covering his back as Vikram hacked the security doors.

Solomon was the last to retreat, his gunfire covering their escape.

The team made it to the evac point, where their transport helicopter was already waiting.

As they lifted off, Solomon’s eyes never left the burning facility.

Ghost had won this round.

But next time, Solomon wouldn’t just survive.

He would end it.

EPILOGUE: THE WARNING

Back at their secure base, Carlos sat on the medical table, drinking water. His face was still bruised, but his eyes were sharp.

“They weren’t just torturing me,” he said. “They were interrogating me about you, Solomon. About how you think, how you fight. They weren’t trying to break me. They were studying you.”

Jamie frowned. “For what?”

Carlos hesitated, then looked up.

“They’re planning something bigger.”

A heavy silence filled the room.

Solomon exhaled slowly. “Then we make sure they never get the chance.”