Rebirth: 100 Days Before Doomsday-Chapter 218: Davian’s Last Mission

Davian’s P.O.V.

Seven Months Before the Silvercrest Hotel Party Country C – Military Base

The night air was thick with humidity, and the scent of rain was still lingering in the wind as Davian adjusted his gear. His team moved in perfect synchronization around him, their dark uniforms blending seamlessly with the shadows of the abandoned docks.

This was his last mission before leaving the military. One final operation before stepping away from the life that had defined him for years.

If not for the fact that his grandfather had been constantly threatening for nearly a year by now, he might have spent some more time working for his country instead of taking over his family business.

Letting out a small sigh, he focused his attention on the mission.

The intel was clear - an illegal weapon smuggling deal was going down tonight. The target was an unidentified mafia syndicate that had been moving stolen military-grade firearms through Country C’s ports. The plan was simple - intercept, neutralize, and secure the cargo.

But something about this mission felt… off. And no matter how much Davian tried to ponder on it, he was unable to pinpoint exactly what and where things weren’t aligning.

"Captain, we have movement," one of his men whispered through the comms.

Davian signaled for silence while his sharp eyes started scanning the area through his gear’s night vision. Several figures were moving near the shipping containers, working quickly to load crates onto an unmarked truck.

"Confirming target. They are packing up faster than expected," another soldier reported.

They know we are coming.

Davian’s mind sharpened at the realization. Either their intel had been compromised, or their enemies were simply too careful. Regardless, it changed nothing.

"Move in," he ordered.

Like shadows, his team surged forward at his command. The night exploded with action. There were silent takedowns, suppressed gunfire, and swift movements as they cut through the enemy’s forces.

But something still kept nagging at him.

All this seemed way too easy.

The enemy was fleeing. There was no resistance, no attempt to fight back. It was almost as if… they were never planning to win this fight.

Then, amid all the chaos that was going on the outside as well as inside his head, he spotted her. A woman dressed in all black. Her long hair was falling messily around her face as she struggled against one of the smugglers.

She was a hostage.

His gut clenched.

She was being dragged toward a shipping container. Her eyes were filled with something between terror and defiance as she looked around. It seemed like she was looking for help... waiting for someone to help her.

It was the first real complication of the night.

"Hostage sighted," he murmured into his comm.

His orders had been to secure the shipment, but he wasn’t about to leave an innocent woman behind.

Signaling two of his men to follow, he moved swiftly toward her.

The smuggler holding her noticed his approach and, in a panic, shoved her to the ground before attempting to escape.

Davian barely spared the man a glance while one of his teammates took him down instantly. His focus remained on the woman.

She was gasping, and trembling as she pushed herself up. Her hands were shaking as she held her arms around herself protectively.

He crouched beside her, his voice firm but calm. "You are safe now."

She looked up at him, and he noticed that she too had green eyes, just a shade lighter than his dark ones. As her eyes locked on his, he noticed something flickering in her gaze for a moment.

Then she lowered her head, as if afraid to look at him directly. "T-Thank you." Her voice was soft, breathless, but steady enough that it made something in him pause.

Her hands were bound. Her clothes were slightly torn at the edges, as if she had been struggling for a while. She looked shaken but not panicked.

Something wasn’t right.

A hostage caught in a smuggling ring should be either hysterical or relieved. She was neither.

"How did you end up here?" he asked, watching her closely.

She swallowed hard, her fingers curling against the ground. "I-I was taken a few days ago. They kept moving me from place to place. I don’t even know where I am."

The words were perfect. Too perfect.

His instincts had saved him countless times before, and right now, they were screaming at him.

"Captain," one of his men called over the comm, "the remaining targets are gone. They abandoned the shipment."

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They… abandoned it?

Davian frowned. "Confirming - how much did they leave behind?"

"Only a small portion. They took most of it with them."

Which meant…

They had planned this escape from the start.

His eyes flickered back to the woman before him.

Her story was too convenient.

A hostage was left behind, unharmed, while an entire smuggling ring managed to flee right under their noses?

Was she lying?

But why?

His grip tightened on his rifle as he studied her. "We will take you back to the base. You can give your statement there."

Her body tensed ever so slightly.

Just a fraction.

A normal hostage would have been eager to escape this place, to get as far away from danger as possible.

But she was calculating.

She was waiting.

He stood, offering her his hand. "Come on."

She hesitated... another mistake. A real victim would have taken his hand immediately.

But she did take it.

And the moment she was on her feet, she stumbled forward, as if too weak to stand properly.

His arms instinctively caught her, steadying her as she pressed lightly against his chest. "Sorry," she whispered.

The word sent an unexpected jolt through him. There was something about her... something he couldn’t quite place.

"Captain," his teammate called. "The truck’s ready. We need to move."

He nodded, keeping his grip firm on the woman’s arm as he led her toward the exit.

but then-