Her Obsession (by Sheridan Hartin) novel Chapter 36

Ghost Mission.

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I didn’t turn around. “Focus, children. If I die because one of you is too busy making relationship commentary to catch a sniper on thermal, I will haunt you

in

increasingly petty ways.”

“Petty how?” Liam asked with a spark of interest.

I’ll replace all your shampoo with Nair and change your lockscreen to photos of Conner’s worst ex.”

Nico sucked in a breath. “Jessica?”

I didn’t answer, which was answer enough.

“Okay,” Liam muttered. “I’m locked in.”

“Good,” I said, switching feeds again. “Someone get Matteo in here, we’re going to run a double mission. Kill Mirov and get Naomi out at the same time.”

“Someone get Matteo in here,” I said, fingers flying across the keyboard. “We’re going to run a double mission. Kill Mirov and get Naomi out at the same time.”

A beat of silence. Then Liam let out a low whistle. “Okay, now it’s a party.”

“I’ll get him,” Nico said, already sprinting down the hall, nearly tripping over a cord as he went. “Also, you’re evil for not denying the Jessica thing. Just so you know.”

“Don’t trip, sweetheart,” I called after him.

Conner leaned closer. “You’re serious about this? Two operations?”

“It’s one,” I said. “Split focus, shared goal. Chaos is our ally. If Mirov’s attention is on the incursion team, it gives Liam more room to slip in and extract Naomi without tripping every alarm.”

He nodded slowly. “That’s risky.”

“I know,”

“..d like it.”

The side door opened and Matteo burst in with wild hair, a black tactical vest half-buckled, and eyes that lit up when he saw me. “Is it true? Is this the mission? With you?”

“Try not to wet yourself, I muttered, standing and switching the display to tactical mode. “Here’s the plan.”

Everyone gathered around the table. Conner at my side, arms crossed but eyes sharp. Liam still straddling the backwards chair like a punk kid in a high school drama. Matteo practically vibrating with excitement. Nico jogged back in, slightly out of breath, then took his place at the comms station and pulled

on a headset.

“Mirov’s compound has three main zones,” I said, dragging the cursor across a schematic. “The southern section is administrative and irrelevant to us. The western block is residential and where Mirov’s likely to be. The eastern wing houses the interrogation suites and medical sublevels, Naomi’s here.”

Liam’s brows furrowed. “How do you know she hasn’t been moved?”

“She hasn’t,” I said, switching feeds. “See this? Pulse monitors tied to one biometric tag. Still in that chair. He’s toying with her.”

Liam’s face hardened. “Then I’m going in quiet.”

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Ghost Mission.

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“You’re going in with Matteo and two from Bravo squad. Stealth gear. If she’s mobile, you extract. If she’s not, you carry her out or we blow the wall behind the sublevel. Either way, she leaves breathing.”

“Understood.”

“Nico, you’re coordinating both teams,” I said, turning. “Keep chatter minimal but sharp. Watch thermal, drones, and rooftops. If you see a shimmer that shouldn’t be there…”

“Sniper,” he nodded. “Got it. I’ll run digital interference too. Send a virus down the line every four minutes to stall camera loops.”

“Good.”

I zoomed in on the western compound. “Conner, you’re with me. Our job is to cut the head off the snake.”

He grinned. “So, standard date night?”

“Romantic,” I deadpanned.

“Do we get matching knives?”

“If we survive, I’ll buy you one with glitter.”

Liam gagged. “Please don’t flirt while planning murder.”

“We’re multi-talented,” Conner muttered.

I took a breath. “We’ll infiltrate from the north tunnels. I’ll crack the perimeter grid, and we’ll slip through the service entrance. Mirov keeps his guards dense but lazy. Once we’re in, I can manipulate the security doors to funnel them away from us.”

“And once we reach Mirov?” Conner asked.

“I’ll disable the retinal lock, you breach. If he’s awake, I want answers. If not…” I didn’t finish that sentence. Everyone in the room knew the rest.

Nico’s voice came through the comm. “I’ve got satellite eyes going live. Feed’s clean. One vehicle in the last hour. Looks like a supply drop.”

“Keep tracking,” I said. “I want full team sync before we move.”

Matteo raised his hand. “When do we deploy?”

“Two hours. We go in at 0300. It gives us cloud cover and a nice distraction,” I said, switching to the weather overlay. “A storm’s moving in. If we time it right, the thunder will mask the breach charges.”

Matteo gave a low whistle. “You really are terrifying.”

1 smirked. “It’s a gift?

Liam leaned over to Matteo, whispering not-so-quietly, “Wait until she starts spilling blood around you. That’s going to be terrifying.”

“I heard that,” I said without looking up. “And I only spill blood I need to, so stay on my good side.”

Conner leaned down, his voice low near my ear. “You know they’re all a little in love with you, right?”

“They’ll get over it,” I muttered, flipping through Mirov’s updated floor plan.

“And what about the transmitter guy?” Nico asked, fingers flying over the keyboard to pull up thermal tracking logs. “The one relaying real-time movement

to Mirov’s end?”

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I nodded, jaw tight. “He’s the eyes and ears on the inside. If we don’t stop him, Mirov will have an exact read on every step we take.”

Conner crossed his arms. “How do we ID him?”

“Thermal inconsistencies.” Nico answered before I could. “One guy’s reading warmer than the others-body heat spikes every time the compound shifts protocols. That’s your guy.”

I pulled up the still. “His name’s Yevchenko. Black gloves, scar down his left cheek. He’s wearing a modified belt rig with a transmitter panel built into the spine. You see him? You don’t shoot to kill.”

Liam frowned. “Why not?”

“Because if we kill him, the backup protocol kicks in and wipes the servers. We lose everything. Data, surveillance, Naomi’s location-gone.”

“So we take him alive?” Matteo asked.

“Alive, mobile, and breathing just long enough for me to pull the transmitter and scrub the lockout sequence,” I said. “After that? You can do what you want with him.”

Liam grinned. “You always know how to make a guy feel useful.”

“Focus,” I warned. “He’ll be flanked. We isolate and intercept. Nico, I’ll need you on his channel, monitoring signals. If you see a spike, give me a ten-second warning.”

“Copy that,” Nico said, voice tighter now. “I’ll loop external feeds, too. They’ll think you’re twenty feet to the left.”

Conner leaned in toward me. “What if he trips the kill code before you get to him?”

*I’ll kill the power to the east wing. Hard shutdown. It’ll knock comms for sixty seconds, maybe ninety, but it’ll kill the signal transfer long enough to get to Naomi. It’s not ideal…”

“It’s survival,” he said. “Do it.”

I nodded once, and we all looked at the map again. “Okay, Matteo, get your team, Liam, get the gear, Nico, you know what to do. Let’s get ready to do this.”

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