Why Last Chapters Book V Go Behind a Gate Some of you have been walking with Elena, Tarmo, Asdar, Karim, Mitra, Sandi and the others from Kandovan’s teeth all the way to the upper floor of the Alexander. You’ve crossed mountains, helicopters, hotel corridors and quiet phone calls with them. This next stretch—what happens between…
The COMC Files Book V chapter Yerevan
The Upper Floor of the Alexander They give us the entire upper floor—not for our security, not exactly, but because some payments clear faster than others and Tarmo’s account opens doors in Yerevan as smoothly as in Zurich. The hall breathes polished wood and hotel stillness; staff ghosts glide past with silver carts, and the…
The COMC Files Book V chapter 42
The Pass Minutes later, we descend toward the others—Sandi walking between Mitra and me, shivering but alive. Each step feels borrowed, the weight of the mountain pressing on our shoulders, reminding us how quickly luck can vanish. Below, the wolf—Asdar—stands braced against the wind. His eyes sweep the high slopes, searching for any sign of…
The COMC Files chapter 41
The Exchange — Kandovan We gathered in the lee of the rock wall, wind scraping frost across our boots. Sandi stood at the center, pale but steady, flanked by Tarmo and Mitra. The captors held back, watching. Every rifle lowered but not forgotten. I hung back with Asdar, my hand unconsciously pressed to my belly…
The COMC Files Book V chapter 40
The Cave Above the Pass The firefight snapped open, splintering through the village and gone before I could count who fell. Sandi survived, swept out of sight into the mountain’s teeth. Kandovan sank beneath dusk; even the air seemed to retreat. We scattered. Not chaos—something colder and learned. Asdar moved beside me, all tension masked…
The COMCO Files Book V chapter 39
Ardabil Road — Mitra & Karim The codes sit at the base of Karim’s pack, wrapped in leather that feels older than it should. We haven’t spoken for half an hour, mountain air cutting thin, the silence thick with certainty of pursuit. Karim finally breaks it. “Whoever that was in the alley—they had Turkish military…
The COMC Files Book V chapter 38
Convergence [23:47 — Kandovan Road] The headlights shear white arcs through black mountain road, slicing sudden shadows past ancient cliffs. Cold Sahand wind claws at every curve. Out here, the world contracts: asphalt, rock faces splashed by pale moonlight, stone villages perched in their honeycomb solitude. Kandovan will be sleeping when we arrive—its cave homes…
The COMC Files Book V chapter 37
The trail curves and doubles back, vanishing more than once. In Ardabil, that means we’re close. Karim leads, every move practiced—border secrets are old currency for him. I keep pace, counting every shadow, every half-open door, stitching details into memory. The hideout isn’t accidental. Down an unlabeled side street, three turns past alleys slick with…
The COMC Files Book V chapter 36
The Dark Wagon The horses carry us long enough that Tehran fades into a dusty shimmer. I sit tall in the saddle, wind pushing hair across my mouth, laughing at Asdar’s teasing shout, the nomads’ voices rough and bright in the cold morning. We stop at the rail siding, where steel lines cut east across…
The COMC Files Book V chapter 35
Wrong Street, Wrong Men The city is loud in the way only a place under watch can be—traffic snared into queues, market calls strangled to half-volume. I read it the way I read a balance sheet: numbers off, pressure lines exposed. Too many stalls closing early for bad weather. Shutters fall with the quiet finality…
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