The basement smelled of oil and cold concrete.
Too quiet.
Too still.
Karan felt the silence pressing against his ears like a warning they hadn't learned yet.
Arthit kept hold of his hand as they walked, the grip steady—not crushing, not desperate this time—just certain.
Like he needed constant proof Karan hadn't been pulled out of his world yet.
Rit moved ahead with his gun raised, scanning the empty parking level.
"We're clear," Rit whispered.
"But I don't trust it."
Arthit didn't either.
Every instinct in him screamed that something was wrong.
Not the obvious danger—they all knew that.
Something else.
Something unseen.
"Karan," Arthit murmured without looking back,
"stay behind me. Don't break the line."
Karan stepped closer, so their shoulders brushed.
"I'm not going anywhere."
Arthit's chest tightened at those words—dangerously, painfully—but there was no time to dwell on it.
The black sedan waited in the far corner.
A decoy car.
No plates.
Tinted windows.
Perfect.
Until it wasn't.
Rit approached slowly, gun still up.
Then he froze.
"Boss…" Rit whispered.
"You're going to want to see this."
Arthit pulled Karan behind him and stepped forward.
The driver's window was rolled down.
Inside, the driver leaned over the steering wheel—
dead.
A single bullet wound between the eyes.
Clean. Clinical. Professional.
Arthit's breath went cold.
Thanakorn hadn't just found them.
They'd arrived first.
Rit checked the pulse anyway, though it was pointless.
"He's fresh. Maybe ten minutes."
Arthit stared at the body.
Then at the ground.
A little red dot blinked on the concrete floor.
Not a laser.
A tracking beacon.
Arthit's eyes widened.
"Get back. NOW."
Karan didn't ask why.
He reacted to Arthit's tone alone.
They moved away from the car—
Just as the beacon shifted.
A soft click.
Then—
**BOOM.**
The explosion tore through the basement, swallowing the car and the dead driver in fire.
Heat rushed out in a brutal wave, shoving them back.
Karan stumbled.
Arthit grabbed him mid-fall and shielded him with his body again.
Concrete dust filled the air.
Alarms screamed overhead.
Rit coughed. "They rigged the entire car. They want us dead before we even hit the street."
Arthit didn't respond.
His eyes weren't on the burning vehicle.
They were drawn to the far corner.
Where a red laser dot floated across the wall.
Not a beacon.
**A sniper.**
"KARAN—DOWN!" Arthit yelled, dragging him to the ground.
The bullet struck the pillar behind them, blasting concrete chips across the floor.
Rit shouted, "Sniper! Northeast corner!"
Arthit pressed Karan against the ground, covering him with his entire body.
He didn't even flinch when another bullet ricocheted inches from his shoulder.
Karan gasped, "Arthit, you're exposed—"
"I don't care."
His voice was raw, breathless.
"If someone dies in this basement tonight, it won't be you."
Another shot cracked.
Arthit pushed off the ground in one motion, grabbed Karan's wrist, and pulled him behind a concrete column.
Rit fired back toward the sniper's nest.
"Boss, we need to move or we're pinned."
Arthit leaned close to Karan's ear, whispering so urgently it made Karan shiver.
"I need you to listen carefully.
No panicking. No running.
Hold on to me and don't let go."
Karan nodded, throat tight.
Arthit looked at him then—really looked.
Even in the flashing emergency lights, Karan could see the fear swimming behind his anger.
Not fear of bullets.
Fear of losing the one person who wasn't replaceable.
"Karan…" Arthit whispered, thumb brushing the back of his hand,
"If something happens to me, you—"
"No."
Karan's voice cracked.
"We face this together, remember? You don't get to give me last words."
Arthit swallowed hard.
Then nodded.
Rit shouted, "Boss, movement on the upper level! They're closing off exits!"
Arthit made his choice instantly.
"We climb," he said.
"The maintenance ladder. Northwest wall."
Karan looked at him like he'd lost his mind.
"The ladder that's twenty meters up? With a sniper aiming for us?"
Arthit gave a tight, humorless smile.
"Yes."
Karan stared at him—and then, impossibly—he laughed under his breath.
"God, I must really love you to follow you into this."
Arthit froze.
Those words hit harder than any bullet.
"Karan," Arthit whispered, voice suddenly softer than the chaos around them,
"you have no idea what I'd do for you."
Before Karan could respond—
Rit's voice broke sharply:
"Boss! Incoming!"
Arthit grabbed Karan's hand again.
"Run."
They sprinted across the smoking basement, dodging bullets, sliding behind pillars, hearts pounding in sync.
Behind them, a voice crackled through a hidden speaker:
"Arthit Sakda.You can run.But the only way this ends is if you give us the boy."
Karan stiffened.
Arthit stopped running.
Stopped breathing.
He turned toward the voice with murder in his eyes.
His voice was cold enough to freeze concrete.
"Come take him," Arthit growled.
"I dare you."
The basement lights shut off.
Darkness swallowed them whole.
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End of chapter 51