Encino – Mike's Apartment
Mike stood alone in his apartment, the weight of the world pressing down on him. The message was clear: The Wraith was coming. His pulse quickened as he thought about the implications of that. The Wraiths weren't just any soldiers—they were elite. Trained to kill with precision. To hunt, to track, to destroy.
Tory and Johnny were in the other room, strategizing, but Mike knew there was only one way forward. The fight was coming to them. They couldn't wait any longer.
"I need to go after Kessler," Mike muttered to himself, the words barely leaving his lips. He had been running from his past for too long, but now, it wasn't just about survival—it was about ending the cycle of violence she had started.
The phone buzzed again, snapping him out of his thoughts. It was a private number.
Mike answered without hesitation. "Harris."
The voice on the other end was familiar, but distorted—shrouded in static. "The Wraiths are on their way, Mike," the voice warned, its tone low and ominous. "Kessler won't stop until you're gone. You need to get to her first."
Mike's grip on the phone tightened. "I know. I'm not waiting any longer."
"Then do this right," the voice continued. "You need to hit them where it hurts—the compound. Get to Kessler's mainframe. Disrupt her operations. If you do that, the Wraiths lose their purpose."
The call abruptly ended, leaving Mike staring at the screen in confusion. Who had warned him? And how did they know so much about Kessler's operations?
"Mike?" Johnny's voice cut through the silence, followed by the sound of footsteps. "Everything alright?"
Mike looked up, meeting Johnny's gaze. His decision was made. "We need to go. Now. Kessler's compound is the next target."
Germany – FANG V2 Compound
The massive steel doors of the FANG V2 compound slammed shut, locking down every possible escape route. Inside, the atmosphere was cold and sterile, like a tomb. Dr. Kessler watched the monitors, her fingers poised above the keyboard as she observed the surveillance feeds.
The Wraiths were on the move. She could sense their cold precision as they moved in on Encino, one step ahead of Mike's every move. She had prepared for this. The final game was at hand.
But this time, Kessler wasn't going to leave anything to chance. She'd underestimated Mike Harris before, but no more. This time, she would break him completely.
Kessler's eyes gleamed as she accessed the mainframe. The final step was almost complete.
Encino – Warehouse
Mike, Johnny, and Tory stood in the abandoned warehouse once more, a small army at their backs. It wasn't much, but it would have to be enough. The Wraiths were coming—elite soldiers, each one a killing machine. But they weren't the only threat. Kessler was the real enemy, the one pulling all the strings.
"We need to move fast," Mike said, his voice steady but tinged with urgency. "The Wraiths are on their way, and Kessler has her eyes everywhere. We have to hit the compound hard and fast. If we don't, she'll take us down one by one."
Johnny and Tory nodded, their expressions serious.
"We'll cover you, Mike," Johnny said. "But if this is really going to be our last shot at Kessler, we need to make it count."
Mike looked at his friends, his resolve hardening. They had all fought their own battles, but this one was his. The war he'd never wanted was finally coming to an end, and Mike wasn't going to let Kessler—or anyone else—control him again.
"Let's finish this," Mike said, his eyes burning with determination.
They moved out, heading toward the streets, the shadows creeping around them as they prepared for the assault.
Germany – FANG V2 Compound
The Wraiths moved in a single, coordinated unit, their black tactical gear blending with the darkness around them. They were silent, deadly, their every step preordained. Kessler's voice came through their comms, cold and commanding.
"The target is Mike Harris. He will not escape. Bring him to me alive."
The Wraiths responded in unison. Their leader—a figure known only as Wraith-1—nodded, his cold gaze locked onto the map of Encino. "Understood."
Encino – Streets
Mike, Johnny, and Tory made their way through the deserted streets of Encino, heading straight for the compound. They were moving quickly, but they couldn't afford to be sloppy. Every step could bring them closer to danger.
They turned a corner, and there they were.
The Wraiths.
A group of five, clad in black armor and moving with terrifying precision. Mike's heart hammered in his chest. This was it.
"Get ready," Mike whispered, his voice barely audible.
Johnny and Tory took their positions, while Mike stepped forward, facing the oncoming Wraiths. His eyes narrowed, his fists clenched, and the world slowed around him. He could hear his heart beat louder than the steps of the approaching soldiers. It wasn't just survival anymore—it was a statement.
The Wraiths didn't hesitate. They charged, weapons drawn, moving like shadows. Mike dodged the first strike, his body moving instinctively, his training kicking in.
He fought with everything he had. Every punch, every kick, every twist of his body was a reminder that he wasn't just fighting for his own life. He was fighting for the future—for everyone who had ever been hurt by Kessler's machinations.
The Wraiths were skilled, but they were human. And Mike Harris was more than just human. He was the sum of every lesson he had learned, every battle he had survived.
One by one, the Wraiths fell. Mike moved with brutal efficiency, his body pushed to its absolute limits. He was exhausted, but he couldn't stop now.
Tory took down one of the Wraiths with a quick strike to the neck, while Johnny disarmed another, using his street-fighting skills to outmaneuver his opponent.
The last Wraith, Wraith-1, stood before Mike, his stance cold and calculating.
"You're stronger than I thought," Wraith-1 said, his voice devoid of emotion.
Mike's lips curled into a grim smile. "You haven't seen anything yet."
With a final, decisive move, Mike landed a punch to Wraith-1's chest, sending him crashing to the ground, unconscious.
The fight was over. For now.
Germany – FANG V2 Compound
Back in the control room, Kessler watched as her Wraiths were defeated. A look of irritation crossed her face. Mike Harris had once again defied her expectations. But this wasn't the end. Not by a long shot.
She pressed a button, her fingers hovering over the next stage. The final stage.
"Phase Three," Kessler muttered. "Let's see how he handles this."
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Mike and his team have survived the deadly assault from the Wraiths, but Kessler isn't finished yet. The stakes have never been higher. Will Mike's victory be enough to take down Kessler, or will she unleash a new weapon that will change everything? The final battle is approaching.