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Chapter 12: Anslo Garrick's Siege (Part 1)

The Post Office erupted, alarms screaming as Anslo Garrick's mercenaries breached the entrance. Glass shattered, gunfire roared, and smoke stung Peter's eyes. He crouched behind a console, the System mapping the assault, his body aching from Kinetic Echo's toll. Separated from Reddington, he fought to protect Liz and the team. Surface goal: survive the siege. Emotional undertone: desperation. Long-term arc: build confidence.

"Ressler, three hostiles at north stairwell! Hit their comms relay!"

Peter's voice crackled through comms, urgent and sharp.

"Copy, Wells! Moving!"

Ressler's gruff reply cut through the chaos.

Peter darted across the bullpen, bullets grazing the air, and crashed into a mercenary, his fist smashing the man's jaw.

A vision struck—a past life, a 1943 battlefield, flames and screams engulfing him. Peter staggered, clutching his head.

From Ressler's POV, he fought through gunfire, blood seeping from a shoulder wound. Wells is calling shots like a damn general. He smashed a rifle from a mercenary's hands, pain lacing his growl.

"Ressler, you're bleeding!"

Liz shouted, her Glock blazing as she covered him.

"I'm fine, Keen! Keep firing!"

He snapped, his loyalty unwavering.

In a side corridor, Dembe guarded Reddington, his stoic gaze tracking Peter. This man is no ordinary agent. The System flagged his loyalty.

At a makeshift barricade, Peter and Liz took cover, her voice raw.

"We're pinned, Peter!"

"Stay sharp. We'll turn this."

His tone was firm, but the Stewmaker's pain echoed in his bones.

In a tense moment, Ressler rallied the team, his voice gruff.

"Wells, you're running point. Don't screw it up."

"Never have."

Peter's grin was tight, his confidence surging.

Peter located Garrick's command relay—a laptop in the server room.

He sprinted through smoke, the System guiding, and smashed the laptop with a fire extinguisher, disrupting the mercenaries' comms.

In a quiet office, Cooper confronted Peter, his voice stern.

"Your calls were perfect. Too perfect. What's your secret?"

"Instinct, sir."

Peter lied, his chest tight.

From Cooper's POV, Peter's accuracy was alarming. He's hiding something big.

In the aftermath, Ressler slumped against a wall, blood pooling, his voice gruff but warm.

"You saved our asses, Wells."

"Don't get sentimental."

Peter's grin hid the vision's shadow.

In a stairwell, Liz grabbed Peter's arm, her voice raw.

"You kept us alive. Thank you."

"Just doing my job."

His tone was light, but the battlefield memory lingered.

The siege bolstered Peter's confidence, but Garrick's escape with a hard drive and the past-life vision signaled escalating dangers.

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