In the Heart of Darkness

Chapter 60: My Baby

(P.S. While proofreading this chapter, I actually felt proud of my writing. So, I decided to add an aesthetic image to clearly represent the significant scenes.)

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The private jet landed on the secluded airstrip in Berlin under the cover of night. Ibrahim stepped off, his face a mask of calm fury. Clad in a sleek black long coat that drapes perfectly over his broad shoulders. His hands are covered in leather black gloves, his every movement radiated authority and danger. Behind him, his trusted second-in-command, Aliyar, and a team of well-trained operatives moved with precision. They had come prepared for a mission of vengeance to retrieve Ibrahim’s three-month-old son and capture Vincent Knight, the man who had dared to harm his family.

Aliyar approached Ibrahim with a tablet, showing the blueprints of the heavily guarded mansion that served as Vincent’s hideout. "Sir, the perimeter is secured by a dozen armed men. The main building has three floors. Intelligence confirms Vincent is in the basement with your son. He’s using the child as bait, waiting for you to come."

Ibrahim’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing. "And he will regret waiting for me. Any chance he knows we’re here?"

"Unlikely. We’ve disabled their external communication system and jammed all signals. They won’t be calling for backup."

Ibrahim nodded. "Good. No unnecessary bloodshed. Focus on taking him alive. I’ll deal with him myself."

Aliyar hesitated. "And if it’s a trap?"

A shadow of a smile crossed Ibrahim’s face, cold and calculating. "Then Vincent Knight will wish he’d never been born."

The team moved silently through the dense forest surrounding the mansion. Night-vision goggles illuminated their path as they crept closer to the perimeter. Ibrahim gestured for them to split into two groups.

"Take out the guards by the south entrance," he whispered to Aliyar. "I’ll lead the attack through the east wing."

Aliyar nodded and signaled his men. Within moments, muffled gunshots and the sound of bodies hitting the ground echoed in the distance. Ibrahim’s team breached the east wing with swift precision.

Inside, the air was thick with tension. The dimly lit corridors were eerily silent, save for the distant hum of a generator. Ibrahim’s sharp eyes scanned every corner, his grip tightening on his silenced pistol.

Two guards rounded the corner ahead, their rifles raised. Before they could react, Ibrahim fired two precise shots, dropping them instantly. Aliyar’s voice crackled through his earpiece. "East wing cleared. We’re heading to the basement."

"Understood. Proceed with caution," Ibrahim replied.

The basement was dark, damp, and reeked of decay. The air grew heavier as they descended the stairs, each step bringing them closer to the Vincent. The sound of a baby’s cry pierced the silence, faint but unmistakable. Ibrahim froze for a moment, his heart tightening.

"My son," he whispered, a mix of relief and rage flooding his veins.

The team advanced cautiously, their weapons raised. They reached a reinforced door at the end of the corridor. Aliyar examined the lock. "It’s biometric," he said.

Ibrahim stepped forward, his voice cold. "Then we’ll make Vincent open it himself."

They found Vincent in a dimly lit room, sitting smugly in a leather chair. The baby’s cries grew louder, coming from a crib behind him. Vincent looked up, a twisted grin spreading across his face.