The Blood Contract
Chapter 77: This is your chance

Chapter 77: This is your chance

Serena stood in the living room, her fingers absently twisting the hem of her blouse as she met Darrell’s eyes. The look on her face extremely sober, like one who had failed a very critical task.

"I’m sorry, Darrell," she said softly, her voice tinged with regret. "I tried, but I couldn’t convince him to stay back."

Darrell, already dressed and ready for the mission, offered her a tired smile, though his eyes showed understanding.

"It’s fine, madam," he replied, shaking his head. "Adrian already told me the reason he has to be at the hospital. It’s not your fault. I thought he was only being stubborn—that’s why I complained."

Serena nodded, the weight of helplessness pressing on her shoulders. Before she could say more, Adrian showed up from the direction of the lab—his expression sharp, jaw tight, and phone pressed to his ear. His voice was stern as he barked orders to someone on the other end of the line. It was the most serious Serena had ever seen him—there was no trace of his usual calm; tonight, he was all business.

Almost simultaneously, Lucian and Marlowe entered from the hallway, the tension clinging to them like a second skin. Lucian looked pale, drawn, but determined as ever. Marlowe’s face bore her usual grimness, though tonight it seemed etched deeper, like shadows had taken permanent residence in the lines of her face.

Lucian turned to Adrian just as he ended the call. "Is everything set?"

"Yes," Adrian answered briskly. "Everyone’s set also."

Lucian didn’t wait. "Let’s move then."

Without another word, he strode outside. Adrian headed for a different car, sliding into the driver’s seat with sharp precision and driving off without delay. Darrell followed a few minutes later, taking another route entirely. In the backseat sat Lucian and Serena—silent, thoughtful, tense. The air was thick with anticipation, the hum of the engine the only sound accompanying them as the city night rolled by.

***

The Council of Vitae’s research center, usually calm and sterile, stood tall under the dusky sky. Everything seemed like a normal evening. Security patrolled their usual checkpoints. Scientists moved about their tasks.

But the calm shattered like glass underfoot.

Three trucks roared into view, screeching to a halt at the front gates. Within seconds, chaos exploded. The trucks emptied like shaken cans—over a hundred rugged, wild-eyed men leapt out, shouting incoherent chants that echoed like war cries against the building’s walls. In a storm of limbs and rage, they rushed the gates, pushing past stunned security.

Inside, alarms blared as the thugs poured through. Some howled like animals, swinging makeshift weapons and demolishing anything in reach—chairs, tables, signs. Others simply screamed for the sake of noise, their roars bouncing off the sterile corridors.

Panic surged like a tidal wave inside the building as the unexpected attack reached its peak. Workers scrambled, leaders rushed to the front lines to understand what had triggered this madness—but it was too late. The intruders were everywhere.

Realizing the danger was spiraling out of control, the council leaders made a snap decision: seal the main entrance. It was the only way to keep the heart of the facility secure. Behind the chaos, however, a different plan was in motion.

Two masked men were quietly ushered in through a side entrance. Their movements were fast and calculated. With a guide to lead them, they slipped past the pandemonium and headed straight for the dungeon—the lowest and most secure part of the facility. Their target: Elias’s cell. The prisoner: Elias.

They encountered resistance as expected—guards stationed at Elias’ cell put up a quick fight, but it didn’t last long. The masked men were swift and deadly, disabling the guards before they could raise a proper alarm. With precision, they breached the cell and extracted Elias.

Back near the epicenter of the mayhem, confusion reigned—except for one man. Modi.

He stood still, eyes sharp, surveying the destruction with a calculating gaze. There was something off about this. Something too coordinated for a random attack. Narrowing his eyes, he turned from the crowd and began walking briskly in the opposite direction.

His pace quickened as suspicion bloomed in his chest. Down the corridor, his boots echoed ominously against the floor. He reached the door—the very one the masked men had used to enter—and at that same moment, the men arrived, having already taken Elias from his cell and heading out.

Both intruders raised their guns, pointing them directly at Modi when they saw how he blocked the way out.

But Modi didn’t flinch.

"I thought as much," he muttered, a sly smirk curling his lips. "Was all this destruction really necessary just to get him out?"

"Move, man, or I’ll shoot," one of the masked men warned, his voice tight with threat.

Modi’s tone didn’t waver. "Shoot, and you’ll attract everyone’s attention and ruin your chances of leaving this place in one piece."

The guns didn’t drop, but a flicker of hesitation passed between the masked men.

"Don’t shoot," Elias cut in, calm but firm. "He’s one of the good ones."

Modi lifted a brow. "Is that what you think?" he asked, his voice low with derision. "Don’t be delusional, Elias."

Elias held his ground, his eyes locking with Modi’s. "You said you’d get me out if you could. This is your chance, Modi. You don’t have to do anything. Just let us out."

Silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken history.

Modi’s expression became unreadable, the corners of his lips twitching ever so slightly as he considered Elias’ words. Time ticked in the silence. Then, at last, he exhaled.

"I hope your rescuer has a good plan on ground, because you won’t leave here easily." he said flatly. "Make sure you escape because, if you’re brought back here, you’ll die here."

With that, he stepped aside.

The masked men, still cautious, ushered Elias past him and out of the building. Modi didn’t move again. He watched them disappear into the shadows beyond the corridor.

His smirk faded.

He turned away and began to walk back into the chaos, knowing for sure that the disturbance was about to die down.

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