[Minutes Ago]
"Get in!" Warriyo shouted as soon as they reached the getaway car. He looked back at Nelek after loading the injured Khan inside, only to find Nelek standing there, staring at the car.
"Nelek!" he snapped. "Get it together!"
"This won’t do," Nelek muttered, scanning their surroundings before his eyes landed on Warriyo. They drifted briefly to Khan, already slumped inside. "Get his clothes."
"What?"
Without explaining himself, Nelek pushed past Warriyo and leaned into the car. He grabbed Khan’s bloody shirt and tore it clean off. He took the most saturated section, balled it up, and hurried to the front of the car.
"Nelek," Warriyo called, following him around to the hood, and stopped when he saw what Nelek was doing.
He watched, lines deepening on his face, as Nelek dragged the blood-soaked fabric across the hood in broad strokes, forming large, unmistakable letters.
[Madam’s Order]
"Madam’s order?" Warriyo whispered, baffled. "Nelek, what the hell is this?"
Still writing, Nelek explained. "Dominion will shoot us on sight. But we have to get close to them."
He straightened up and checked the letters; they looked clear enough. Then he turned to Warriyo.
"They’re not the type to listen first and ask questions later. She said she wasn’t valuable enough as leverage, but the tracker is. Let’s just hope this buys us enough time for them to hear us out."
*****
[Present Time]
"Hold fire on the white van," came a voice over the radio. "Master’s orders."
From the air, the chopper crew had spotted the writing on the hood of the white van. Those on the ground held their fire and redirected their attention to the vehicles that had been pursuing it.
Meanwhile, Nelek eased off the gas as he approached the line of cars blocking the road, glancing left and right as other vehicles swept past them without slowing down.
The blinding light from above stayed fixed on their car.
"Did... did the writing actually work?" Warriyo breathed, watching the brutal chaos unfolding behind them. He turned to Nelek, something close to awe crossing his face. "Are we safe?"
"I don’t know," Nelek answered, his breath still uneven. "For now, I think so."
Warriyo exhaled slowly, struck by how fast Nelek had thought of it.
Neither of them had genuinely believed writing on the car in Khan’s blood would work. They had only wanted to scrape their chances of reaching Dominion from nothing to something.
Who would have thought it would actually work?
Their car rolled to a stop several meters short of the blockade. Whatever relief Nelek and Warriyo had felt began to drain away as they sat there, watching armed figures hold position behind the open doors of each vehicle.
After a moment, a group of armed men approached — guns up, guards not even slightly lowered.
Nelek and Warriyo raised their hands immediately, not daring to move.
"Don’t shoot!" they called out. "We have your madam’s orders! Don’t shoot!"
They repeated it over and over until both car doors were wrenched open from the outside. Nelek and Warriyo were hauled out and pinned face-down on the ground while other Dominion members swept the interior of the car.
"There’s another one in the back!" someone shouted. "He’s injured!"
"Checking the back!"
The men moved in practiced sync, combing the vehicle for any sign of Ashley. Finding none, one of them called out to the man holding Nelek down with nothing but a boot and a rifle.
"She’s not here!"
Gin ground his teeth, eyes fixed on the man beneath his foot. He pressed the muzzle against the back of Nelek’s neck.


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