Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 409

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."

Susan, crouched by the rear of the building, guided her team into place, her gun raised, back pressed against the siding near the old back door. She was the insurance—ready to storm inside should things go wrong.

Aiden and his 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 of masks, heavy filters tightening over their faces to block the sting of chemical haze.

"Move."

They tore into the house, guns poised, shoulders brushing as they swept into the living room. Their training showed in every controlled motion—eyes sharp, fingers taut, barrels slicing through the smoke.

But silence met them. The living room was empty.

So was the next space. And the next.

The warehouse-like interior, divided into crude sections, bore the marks of life—wardrobes half-open, a stack of storybooks, beds pressed with the imprint of bodies—but no people. Only absence.

It shouldn’t be so.

Aiden walked out of the warehouse, his frown etched deep, pulling his mask off with a frustrated rip.

"What is the problem? Why are you people out?" Susan demanded, scanning him. Unnerved by the lack of noise in her earpiece, she had advanced cautiously round the house until she found him standing in the field’s dim light. His expression alone told her something was wrong.

"The house is empty." Aiden’s answer was clipped, his lips a grim line.

Susan shook her head hard. "We have been watching them. There is no way that is possible. Unless..." Her eyes widened suddenly, the thought clicking.

Aiden raised a brow. "What?"

"Unless there is a hidden door. A hidden pathway, just like there had been in the lab."

Aiden exhaled sharply, running a gloved hand over 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 find them just as quick..."

Still, he wasn’t willing to gamble. "Brace up," he ordered his men, voice flinty.

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