Back At The Station

Hours later, Mike sat in his office, the tension from the explosion still lingering in his bones. The adrenaline had worn off, but the weight of the situation hadn’t. The Engineer was playing a dangerous game, and Mike was already feeling the pressure.

He stared at the empty coffee cup in front of him, his mind lost in thought. The case wasn’t just about bombs. It wasn’t even about The Engineer anymore. It was about him. About everything he had lost—his career, his family, his soul.

His phone buzzed, and he glanced at the screen. An unknown number. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

You think you can stop me, Carter? You’re not even close. Let’s see how much you care about saving lives… before it costs you everything.

The message was chilling, but Mike’s face remained impassive. He couldn’t afford to be rattled. Not now. The Engineer had just declared war. And Mike Carter was going to win this battle—no matter what it cost him.

He pushed the phone aside and leaned back in his chair, the weight of the world pressing down on him. The darkness in Johannesburg wasn’t just out there—it was within him, too. And if he was going to stop The Engineer, he had to face it.

But first, he had to survive.