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The Calm Amidst The Storm
CHAPTER 26
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As I emerged from the shadowed alleyway, the sight of VenomJaw stopped me in my tracks. For all the jests Ravager had thrown his way, the man was no joke. A towering behemoth, he was bald, his face obscured by a thick, untamed beard, his massive frame barely contained by his battle-worn armor. His intimidating aura washed over me, a tidal wave threatening to drown me in a sea of fear.
Without warning, gunfire erupted around me. Bullets whizzed past, their high-pitched whines driving me to seek cover behind a nearby barrel. I crouched there, heart pounding against my ribs like a panicked bird against its cage, as the shots gradually faded.
Risking a glance, I saw that the pirates, including VenomJaw, were now sprinting towards the source of the explosion. Gathering my wits and my Vortex-6, I followed, anxiety gnawing at the edges of my resolve.
As I neared the explosion site, Elara's barn loomed into view, a fiery inferno standing stark against the night. Pirates scattered around it like ants disrupted from their colony. Elara, her family, her workers, and Ravager were nowhere in sight. I scanned the area, trying to make sense of the chaos.
My ship stood a fair distance away, an oasis of safety surrounded by a desert of danger. A wave of anxiety crashed over me, the enormity of my situation overwhelming. I closed my eyes, fear threatening to consume me. But then, a sense of calm washed over me. In that moment, I realized that I had been preparing for this for almost half of my life. I had trained, fought, and survived for this. My friends were in danger.
I took a deep breath, counted to five, and opened my eyes. My resolve solidified; I was ready.
I devised a plan to reach my ship, each step plotted with precision.
Use the shadows. The night would be my ally, shrouding me from prying eyes as I snuck past the scattered pirates.
Divert their attention. A loose canister nearby would serve as an effective decoy when thrown away from my intended path.
Use the terrain. I would navigate through the debris and rubble, putting physical barriers between myself and any potential pursuers.
Stay low and move quickly. Stealth was as much about speed as it was about silence.
Keep my weapon ready. If all else failed, I would not go down without a fight.
With each step, I moved closer to my destination. When I finally clambered up into the cockpit of my ship, a wave of relief washed over me. That relief, however, was short-lived as the cold barrel of a pistol pressed against the back of my head. I froze.
"Well, well, well," the gruff voice of VenomJaw reverberated in the confined space. "What a dumb choice. Your life just got very short." His words echoed around me, the realization that I was cornered by one of the most dangerous men in the galaxy sinking in.