Chapter 15: Wrong Intel
Chapter 15
The hallway stretched before Ronan, silent except for the hum of flickering lights. His footsteps echoed against the cold concrete, slow and deliberate. Blood smeared his fingers, a reminder of the imposter he'd just put down. But he barely felt it. His mind was already fixed on one thing.
Noah.
They still had him.
That thought alone kept his breathing steady, his fists clenched. He wasn't done yet. Not until he had his son back, safe. Not until he made them pay for toying with a child's life.
At the end of the hall, a steel door loomed. Thick. Reinforced. The kind built to keep threats out or in. It didn't matter.
Ronan lifted a hand, pressing his palm against the cold metal.
[Ability: Gravity Suppression Activated.]
The air around the door warped, the metal groaning under an invisible force before it snapped off its hinges with a deafening BANG. The door crashed inward, kicking up dust and shaking the walls.
A strangled gasp came from inside.
Ronan stepped forward.