Six Months Contract With The Mafia God

The next four explosions detonated in carefully calculated sequence as Dimitri moved upward through the facility.

Fourth explosion: the mechanical room on ground level—bringing down the primary structural support for the entire eastern wing.

Fifth explosion: the cafeteria area...destroying the secondary support columns.

Sixth explosion: the administrative offices, collapsing the upper portions of the western wing.

Seventh explosion: the research wing....the final, catastrophic blast that would seal the doom of everything The Covenant had built.

The facility was coming down around them.

Dust filled the corridors. Debris rained from above. The structure groaned and shrieked as steel twisted and concrete fractured. Emergency lighting systems were failing, leaving only the flickering red of backup power.

Dimitri ran.

He moved through the chaos with the precision of a man who’d memorized every exit route, every corridor, every turn. Behind him, the building was collapsing. Above him, he could hear the sound of structural failure...the shriek of metal, the crash of concrete, the roar of an entire facility being consumed by controlled destruction.

James was losing consciousness in his arms. His body was a deadweight, but Dimitri didn’t slow down.

”Stay with me,” Dimitri said, more to himself than to James. ”Stay with me.”

The emergency exit on the ground floor was fifty yards away.

Forty.

Thirty.

The eighth explosion detonated behind them, the basement level one support columns, the final stage of structural cascade failure. The shock wave hit Dimitri like a physical force, throwing him forward even as it collapsed the hallway behind them.

Twenty yards.

Ten.

He could see the exit door.

Could see the outdoor area beyond it.

James’s arm tightened around his neck, a final grip of consciousness, a final moment of awareness before the fever and the virus and the dying took him completely under.

Dimitri hit the exit door at full speed.

The night air hit him like a shock of ice.

Behind him, the facility was a roaring inferno. The final explosions....nine through fourteen, were detonating in sequence throughout the structure, each one designed to maximize structural damage and ensure complete destruction.

The building was collapsing.

Literally collapsing in on itself.

The roof of the eastern wing imploded first, folding downward like a paper structure. The western wing followed seconds later, the structural failure cascading through the facility like dominoes.

The viral storage was gone. Destroyed. Incinerated in the blast heat.

The research was gone. All the data, all the documentation, all the years of work....burning in the wreckage.

The test subjects, the ones who hadn’t already evacuated....would be gone. Mercy, in a horrible way. Death quick instead of slow.

But James.

James was alive in his arms.

Dimitri ran toward the tree line where Marco was supposed to have positioned the extraction vehicle. Behind him, the facility was a pillar of flame and smoke reaching toward the predawn sky.

”Marco!” he shouted into the darkness. ”Marco!”

A vehicle emerged from the trees, a black SUV moving fast.

Marco was driving.

The passenger door flew open as the SUV skidded to a stop.

”Get in!” Marco shouted.

Dimitri threw James into the back seat and dove in after him, his hand already pressing down on James’s neck, trying to apply pressure to wounds that were too extensive to stop.

The SUV accelerated away from the burning facility.

Behind them, the sky lit up orange and red as the final structural collapse occurred. The entire facility imploded, a roaring death shriek as tons of steel and concrete folded inward on themselves.

They drove for twelve minutes in silence except for the sound of James’s struggling breathing.

Finally, Marco spoke.

”Extraction point is ten miles away,” he said, his eyes on the road. ”Medical team is waiting. But Boss... he’s not going to make it.”

Dimitri was in the back seat with James, his hands still pressed to wound areas that were bleeding despite the pressure. James’s fever was so high Dimitri could feel the heat radiating off his body like a furnace.

The virus had progressed too far.

Too much tissue damage.

Too much viral load.

James was day 17 now, three days past the point where the Covenant had documented 100% mortality.

”He’s going to make it,” Dimitri said, but his voice said something different.

”Boss....”

”Drive,” Dimitri said. ”Just drive.”

But James was already fading.

His eyes were barely open. His breathing was becoming more labored. The hemorrhagic rash was spreading across his body, the virus essentially liquifying his tissue from the inside out.

”Thank you,” James whispered.

”Don’t talk,” Dimitri said.

”Had to... had to tell you. Had to say...” James coughed, blood visible in his mouth. ”Had to say that what you’re doing... it matters. The Covenant... they were going to... going to do this to entire cities. You stopped them.”

”I know,” Dimitri said.

”Worth it,” James said. ”Worth dying here... knowing they’re stopped. Worth it.”

His eyes closed.

His breathing stopped.

Just like that.

One moment he was there, and the next moment he was gone.

Dead in the back of an SUV, four miles away from the burning ruins of the facility that had killed him.

Dimitri sat in the darkness, James’s body in his arms, and for the first time in days, he felt the weight of what he’d done.

Not the destruction. Not the deaths of The Covenant staff.

But the loss of James.

A man who’d volunteered to walk into hell so that Dimitri could burn it down.

A man who’d died despite being extracted.

A man who’d known he was dying and accepted it anyway.

***

They were still driving when the emergency services arrived.

Fire trucks. Police. Ambulances.

The burning ruins of the Covenant Research Institute, which would be reported to the world as a tragic industrial accident, a gas line explosion that had killed everyone inside.

Forty-seven people dead in the collapse.

The test subjects.

The research staff.

The security personnel.

Dr. Elizabeth and her team.

All of them buried under tons of concrete and steel, their bodies unidentifiable in the wreckage.

The virus destroyed in the blast heat.

The research destroyed.

The weaponized pathogen that could have killed 40-50 million people in the first month....eliminated.