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Becoming the Strongest as a Game Dev Ch 92
🕑 Added 2025-02-11 14:55:16 +0000 UTCAlaric strides through the dimly lit corridors, his brow furrowed with rage. The news of Sam's escape has reached his ears, and he knows he must act quickly to recapture the elusive developer.
Alaric's men scurry about, their faces etched with fear. They dare not make eye contact with their leader, knowing full well the consequences of failure.
"How could you let this happen?" Alaric bellows, his voice echoing through the halls. "I put him in your care, and you allowed him to slip through your fingers!"
One of the men, a burly figure with a shaved head, steps forward, his voice trembling. "We... we don't know how he escaped, sir. The cell was secured, and the guards were—"
Alaric's fist connects with the man's temple, and the sound of bone cracking fills the air. The guard crumples to the ground, lifeless.
The remaining men freeze, their eyes wide with terror. Alaric glares at them, his chest heaving with barely contained fury.
"Find him," Alaric growls, his words laced with menace. "Find him, or you'll all share the same fate."
The men scramble, their shouts echoing through the base as they search every corner for any sign of the elusive developer.
Alistair Thornfield and his son, Kendrick, arrive at the scene, drawn by the commotion. Alistair's brow furrows as he takes in the sight before him.
"Alaric," Alistair says, his voice laced with disapproval. "What is the meaning of this?"
Alaric turns to face the Thornfields, his eyes narrowing. "The developer, Sam Briar, has escaped. My men were careless, and he slipped through their grasp."
Alistair's expression darkens. "Unacceptable. You were entrusted with him, and you've allowed this to happen."
Alaric's jaw tightens, and he takes a step towards Alistair, his fists clenched. "I will not tolerate your tone, Alistair. This is my operation, and I will handle it as I see fit."
Kendrick steps forward, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of anger and anticipation. "Then handle it, Alaric. Find him and bring him to us. We have unfinished business with this developer."
Alaric nods, his gaze shifting between the Thornfields. "Rest assured, he will not escape again. I will deal with him personally, and he will learn the consequences of crossing the Revenants."
Alistair's expression remains stoic, but a glimmer of satisfaction flickers in his eyes. "See that you do, Alaric. The Thornfields cannot afford any more setbacks."
With that, Alistair and Kendrick turn and leave, their footsteps echoing in the silence that follows.
Alaric takes a deep breath, his anger still simmering beneath the surface. He turns to his men, his eyes narrowed.
"Find him," he commands, his voice laced with menace. "And bring him to me, alive. I want to savor every moment of his suffering."
The men nod, their faces etched with fear, and scatter, their shouts and the sound of boots pounding against the floor filling the air.
Alaric stands alone, his fists clenched, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. He will not rest until Sam Briar is back in his grasp, and he will make sure the developer pays dearly for his defiance.
Sam crouches behind a corner, his heart pounding as the alarms blare around him. The prisoners he freed look to him anxiously, their eyes filled with a mixture of hope and fear.
"It's going to be okay," Sam whispers, trying to keep his voice steady. "I'm going to get you all out of here, I promise."
He glances down at the guard's uniform he's wearing, hoping it will provide enough cover to get them to safety. But he knows it's only a matter of time before his disguise is discovered.
The sound of boots echoes down the hallway, and Sam holds his breath, pressing himself against the wall. The Revenants are closing in, and he can't afford to be caught.
He turns to the prisoners, his expression serious. "Listen to me, I need you all to stay quiet and follow my lead. We're going to get out of here, but you have to trust me."
The prisoners nod, their faces etched with determination. Sam takes a deep breath and steps out from behind the corner, leading the group down the dimly lit hallway, praying that they'll make it to safety.
A guard's eyes lock onto Sam and the group of prisoners. His hand moves to his radio, suspicion etched across his face.
"What are you doing with these prisoners?" the guard demands, blocking the hallway.
Sam maintains his composure. "I'm transporting them to another facility. Direct orders from Alaric."
The guard narrows his eyes. "That's impossible. I would have been notified about such a transfer."
"Alaric himself gave me the order," Sam replies, keeping his voice steady.
"No way," the guard scoffs. "I need to confirm this."
Seeing the guard's disbelief and imminent radio call, Sam knows he has only one option. In a swift, precise movement, he kicks the guard directly in the neck. The guard crumples to the ground, unconscious before he can make a sound.
Sam looks at the stunned prisoners. "We need to move. Now."
Sam grabs the gun from the unconscious guard, his fingers tightening around the grip. He motions for the prisoners to move, and they break into a sprint down the dimly lit hallway. The sound of boots pounding against the floor grows louder behind them as more guards give chase.
"Keep moving!" Sam shouts, glancing over his shoulder. He raises the gun and fires a few shots, forcing the guards to duck for cover. The prisoners scramble ahead, their breaths ragged with fear and exhaustion.
Sam ducks behind a corner, peeking out to assess the situation. The guards are closing in, their weapons drawn. He fires again, the shots echoing through the corridor, and one of the guards drops to the ground. The others hesitate, giving Sam and the prisoners a brief moment to gain distance.
"Find an exit!" Sam yells to the group, his voice strained. He fires another round, keeping the guards at bay. The prisoners push forward, their eyes darting around for any sign of a way out. Sam follows, his heart pounding as he reloads the gun with the spare magazine he took from the guard.
The hallway splits into two paths. Sam gestures for the prisoners to take the left, while he covers their retreat. He fires another burst of shots, forcing the guards to take cover again. The prisoners disappear around the corner, and Sam sprints after them, his mind racing. They need to find a way out, or none of them will make it.
