Chapter 35 — BlackOps Strikes Back
The escape was chaos.
Cainen kicked the gates open with DMK and Lilith hauling Kaito's barely-conscious body between them. The crowd outside had scattered in fear. Fire bloomed behind them, alarms screamed, and the city was in full lockdown.
"TO THE ROOFTOPS!" K yelled.
Lilith, grinning with blood still dripping from her bat, kicked open a ladder gate. They climbed, three stories up, just as police drones swarmed the street.
Kaito groaned, half-awake. "I smell... shrimp powder..."
Cainen laughed. "That's how I know you're alive. Shut up."
They reached the roof.
That's when the sky cracked.
A deep, mechanical roar shook the building as an enormous BlackOps Dropship descended. Sleek, black steel with red glowing veins like a demon's spine. A sigil burned bright across its hull: "B.O.D. - BLACK OPS DIVISION."
Doors hissed open.
They didn't even send soldiers. They sent executors.
Seven figures dropped from the ship.
Each one wearing blood-red masks. All in sync. No words. No mercy.
DMK flinched. "...Oh we're so screwed."
Lilith grinned. "Finally, a challenge."
Cainen cracked his knuckles. "Let's dance."
ROUND ONE: SLASH
First executor landed fast. Dual blades, razor thin. Moved like smoke.
He sliced through a background fighter named Nico, who tried to charge him with a pipe. One clean decapitation.
K, furious, rushed in with a dropkick. SLASH blocked it, but stumbled.
Cainen followed up. A hook to the gut, then a spinning heel kick that broke SLASH's neck. Body dropped.
1 down.
ROUND TWO: VYRE
A woman. Tattooed face. Electric whips for arms.
She took down Jinn and Mori, two minor rebel kids, in under ten seconds. Screams echoed off the walls.
Lilith met her head-on.
"Your whip's cute. Mine's wrapped in spite."
She blocked Vyre's first lash, then bit the whip. Blood sprayed. Lilith yanked it, cracked Vyre's skull with her bat, and finished her with a heel to the throat.
Another gone.
ROUND THREE: BULK & FRACTURE
These two came together. One massive like a wall, the other barely visible, teleporting across shadows.
They flanked Cainen.
He activated his inner anger—RAC surging—and threw K to safety.
Cainen tanked BULK's punch, catching it with both arms. The ground cracked beneath him. But from the side, FRACTURE stabbed into his shoulder.
"GAAHH!"
K responded fast, leaping in and tossing a flash grenade stolen off a corpse. It blinded FRACTURE.
Cainen roared, black lightning spiraling. He suplexed BULK off the roof.
Then DMK sliced FRACTURE in half mid-blink.
More came.
And died.
The Final Executor: WARDEN-X
He descended slowly. Taller than any of them. A walking weapon.
His voice was static. "TARGET: CAINEN. RETRIEVAL: DEAD OR ALIVE."
He had no face. Just a visor. RAC core fully visible—spinning black vortex in his chest.
"Run," DMK said. "Now."
But Cainen didn't.
He stepped forward. Alone.
The battle shook the sky.
WARDEN-X slammed into Cainen, sending shockwaves that shattered glass citywide.
Cainen bled from his ears. Still stood.
He screamed. All of it—the pain, the guilt, the fire inside him.
"I'LL NEVER LET YOU TAKE ME!"
He hit WARDEN-X with a full-body blast of RAC rage—black-red lightning swirling. The force leveled the rooftop.
WARDEN-X stumbled. Damaged. But not done.
Just then—BOOM!
Lilith drove the stolen Adventa through a nearby wall and rammed WARDEN-X at 300mph.
"GET IN!"
Cainen dove in the passenger side. Kaito, DMK, K, and Lilith screamed down the road.
Behind them, the dropship exploded.
For now... they survived.
But BlackOps wasn't finished.
Not even close.
To be continued...