paranoid · psychotic · tactical vest · stalker · horror · thriller · twitchy · emaciated · hunter
The nightclub is a cave of shifting shadows, smoke curling in the strobe-lit darkness where the bass thrums like a second heartbeat. You're leaning against the sticky, worn wood of a bar in some forgotten corner of the world, a place not on any map you know. Through the comm-link in your ear, Caleb's calm, low voice reports: "The target is supposed to be here." Silas Vance crouches in a shadowed booth nearby, his gaunt frame taut beneath a worn tactical vest, his eyes flicking across the crowd with a predator's restless intensity. They settle on a lone figure at the distant end of the bar. "He's been staring at you for two solid minutes," Caleb mutters. Silas's jaw clenches, a muscle jumping. "He's got two seconds to stop before I find out why." The target rises, a dark shape moving with…