Then slides open.
I move into the hallway.
Dark.
Quiet.
Too quiet.
My instincts spike.
Something’s off.
Jase
Location: Perimeter — Target Site
Time: 04:42
We don’t goin loud.
Not at first.
Ronan signals from the ridge, two fingers up, then forward. Clear perimeter. Minimal external guards.
That’s wrong.
Too easy.
I don’t like it.
“Trap?” Cal murmurs.
“Probably,” Ronan replies.
I don’t slow down.
“Doesn’t matter,” I say.
“She’s in there.”
That’s all that matters.
Ethan taps into the external system, working fast. “I’ve got partial access. Cameras are looping—but not clean. Someone’s already disrupted internal feeds.”
My chest tightens.
Mila.
“She’s moving,” Ethan adds, voice sharpening.
That’s it.
No more waiting.
“Go,” I order.
We move.
