Chapter 12: Risk We Had to Take – Part 5
Escape
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The safe house was nothing more than a shell—dusty, creaking, but at least secure for now. Michelle, Sergeant Elsie Lee, and the royal guards had barely made it inside, the adrenaline still thick in their veins after the desperate escape. Princess Aurora stood quietly by the window, her regal composure unshaken despite the terror of the last few hours.
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Sergeant Elsie Lee checked the first floor, her rifle sweeping the corners. "First floor clear."
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Michelle moved upstairs, his footsteps light, his senses sharp. He cleared the second floor, checking every closet, under every bed. "Second floor is clear."
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Everyone regrouped in the dimly lit living room. Elsie exhaled sharply. "Alright, we can't stay here long. We need a plan to get the princess to safety before they find us."
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Michelle paced, his eyes scanning the room. Then he spotted it—a faded map pinned to the wall. He ripped it down, unfolding it across the table. The edges were torn, but a single location stood out: a radio station building in the abandoned city to the north.
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His pulse quickened. "Sergeant, look. There's a radio station. If we can reach it, we might be able to contact help."
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Elsie frowned. "Too risky. Daylight means open exposure. We'd be sitting ducks."
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Michelle clenched his fists. "Staying here is suicide. How long before the enemy surrounds this place? We don't have the firepower to hold them off. The radio is our only shot."
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A tense silence followed. The royal guards exchanged glances. The princess spoke softly. "If there's any chance, we must try."
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Elsie exhaled, weighing their options. Finally, she nodded. "Fine. But we move fast, quiet, and smart. The second anyone spots trouble, call it out. No hesitation."
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The guards responded in unison: "Yes, Sergeant."
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"Then let's move," she ordered.
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The Division Command Base
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Commander Jordan Kyle was buried in reports when Officer Gracie Rivas entered.
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"Commander," she said, urgency in her voice, "Prime Minister Darius is on the line. Says it's critical."
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Jordan snatched the radio. "Prime Minister, what's the situation?"
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The Prime Minister's voice was strained. "Commander, my daughter's plane went down in Flaibia. I don't know how, but she's there—somewhere. You're the only one I trust to bring her back."
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Jordan's expression hardened. "Understood. Give me 18 minutes to assemble a team. We'll get her out."
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The line went dead. Jordan stormed into the command center, slamming his fist onto the alert console. Sirens blared, and within moments, Division operators flooded the room.
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"Listen up!" Jordan barked. "This is a rescue op. The Prime Minister's daughter is alive, and we're bringing her home."
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Radio Station Building – Abandoned City
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Michelle crouched behind a rusted car, scanning the street. The ruins of the city loomed around them, eerily silent. Behind him, Elsie kept the princess close, while the royal guards fanned out, weapons ready.
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They had made it this far—no turning back.
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Michelle signaled forward. They moved like shadows, darting between cover, breath shallow. One wrong sound, one stray patrol, and they were dead.
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But ahead, the radio station stood—a beacon of hope.
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"Almost there," Michelle whispered.
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This was their last shot.
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End of Chapter 12
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