A Name Without A Past

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halt. Larry sat in the precinct garage, knees drawn up, eyes scanning the rows of parked cars. He could feel it-t

king to every dark corner. Marcus hovered nearby, fidgeting, whisp

his mind, a primal sense that danger wasn't coming-it was alread

m the deeper darkness at the far end of the lot. Three fig

dn't need a weapon-he had his instincts, reflexe

rough the fog. "Lar

the concrete pillar behind him, sending shards flying. Larry do

for cover. "They're shooti

anking positions. Every movement of the gunmen was deliberate, coor

d, voice urgent. "T

precise bursts at the nearest attacker. Sparks erupted as bullets hit the steel frames of park

ldn't see. He intercepted a man attempting to circle around the van, twisting him

s wide, breathing ragged. "Larry..

rike-each movement calculated, precise, instinctive. He didn't

eat. He dove again, rolling behind a concrete barrier. His hands searched for a weap

cker to take cover. Her eyes flicked t

Every instinct, every muscle, screamed that this ambush wasn't random-it was precise. And it wasn't j

mechanism? A trigger? He scanned quickly, eyes narrowing. One of the attackers raised a s

a dive that sent both crashing into the asphalt. The rifle discharged har

dened. "Larry.

, rolling to his feet.

te splintering. Larry pushed Marcus inside first, then leapt in after

ldly. Larry grabbed the wheel as Ella swerved, narrowly avoiding a collision.

t a deeper realization settled in-someone was orchestrati

ut at the far end of the lot, a black SUV appeared, blocking t

ned out the driver's side, gun trained on the SUV.

of recognition flickered in Larry's mind-something buried, something dangerous. He c

ed, "Larry

cheting across the parking lot. Sparks flew. Concrete crac

rcepting another attacker before they could reach the van. His reflexes were

adrenaline: they won't stop until I remember. A

y's eyes narrowed. He had seen him before, but not clearly. A frag

ce hung in the foggy lot. Larry's chest h

flicked on. A fresh wave of attackers poured out, e

screamed: fight,

arply, "Larry-hold

llowed the parking lot. Bullets sp

the light, the leader waite

hed behind the van, chest heaving, every nerve screaming. He could feel the bullets whipping past, feel the s

ly through the chaos.

oncrete barrier. "Get down! Now!" His eyes darted between the attackers, c

hing the weapon from his grip. Another figure emerged from the fog, aiming directly at Ella. Larry dove again, inte

cut on his forehead. "Larry... they're everyw

nct-they all fused into one. His mind was a razor, cutting th

them from the side. The bullets cracked against metal and concrete. Sparks flew. The a

mory-a face, blurred, distant, watching him from the shadows. Recognition sparked in

vements were precise, deliberate, almost taunting. "So... the man they call

e-the control, the precision. The leader wasn't just another attacker; h

der's attention. "Larry! Be

were sharp, calculating-eyes that had known him once, perhaps, before the past was er

g Larry and Ella to retreat toward the exit. Marcus stumbl

rd cover. His muscles burned, adrenaline surging. E

instinct, anticipating their movements, intercepting shots, redirecting atta

h again. "Larry! This w

around them. The leader's laughter echoed, distorted through the fog, chilli

ed Marcus behind cover and motioned for Ella to follow. He scanned the roo

point. Larry reacted instantly, grabbing a metal pipe discarded on the ground and swi

es wide. "Larry... who are

w... not fully. But it's in me. I remember sk

c, faint, almost comforting-but behind it, the intruders r

wave of attackers was incoming, coordinated with vehicles blo

y to fight to the last breath.

rotection, memory-they all collided inside him. He could feel f

htning, intercepting one attacker, twisting him down, grabbing his weapon. Another lung

ng, orchestrating, waiting. And Larry

l message appeared on the

her. Your past is the key... but the cost

paused, regrouping. The fog swallowed

ring across her face. "Larry... we have to surviv

w... but I'll find out. And when I

pulse thundered. Ella fired, Mar

ot. The van behind them erupted in flames, sending

heart

nto the fog, vanishing as

lear: the organizat

der's silhouette lingered, watching,