The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 307

Chapter 307: Several Steps Ahead

(Third Person).

Brackham and his head of security descended into the underground lot in silence, his jaw tight the whole way down.

The elevator doors slid open, and before his shoes had even touched the concrete, three black jeeps rolled forward.

The convoy stopped sharply, headlights cutting through the dimly lit space. Security men in dark suits climbed out at once, moving with precision.

One of them opened the rear door of the second jeep, bowing his head slightly. Brackham got in, his chief of security following closely behind. The doors slammed shut.

The three jeeps moved together, engines humming, through the restricted underground passage.

In barely three minutes, they reached the checkpoint. Another set of guards saluted stiffly as the vehicles halted.

Brackham stepped out without a word, coat swaying with his stride, and headed for the elevator ahead. His head of security pressed the final clearance key. Two floors deeper.

The doors opened to a long, sterile hallway. White walls. Reinforced steel doors. The faint hum of machines filled the silence.

Scientists in lab coats scrambled to greet him, their nervous smiles almost painful to watch. They knew—every visit from Brackham meant something had gone wrong, and tonight, his expression confirmed it.

"Mr. Mayor—" one doctor began, but Brackham cut him off with a glare.

"I’m not here for pleasantries," he snapped. His voice carried, cold and sharp. "Tell me. Has anything been created yet? Anything that can put an end to those bloodsucking demons called Vampires?"

The room went still. The doctors exchanged glances. No one wanted to be the first to speak. Finally, one of them, a man with thinning hair and trembling hands, stepped forward.

"Sir... like we discussed earlier, to develop a weapon against vampires, we need a vampire body first. Just like with the werewolves—only when we studied their anatomy could we engineer the right countermeasures. Without it—"

Brackham’s palm slammed down on the nearest counter, making everyone flinch.

"Then what the hell are you waiting for? Find one!" His voice echoed off the sterile walls.

His brain simply refused to recall the details of the last time he had walked in through these very doors.

The doctors froze. Brackham’s chest heaved as he fought back the rage boiling inside him.

"Do you know what happened tonight? Less than thirty minutes ago, ten vampires stormed one of my government tech facilities. Twenty minutes of destruction—drones gone, equipment obliterated, my people slaughtered like cattle. And you are telling me you have nothing?"

Murmurs rippled across the team, shock plain on their faces.

Another doctor gathered the courage to speak, his tone firmer though his eyes betrayed fear.

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