“Closing fast.”
Inside, chairs scrape. Boots hit the floor. The team moves without needing orders.
Mila’s already stepping back into the war room when I turn. Our eyes lock for half a second.
She feels it too.
“They found us,” she says.
“Yeah.”
No panic. No hesitation.
Just truth.
Ethan spins the laptop around, fingers flying. “I’m losing outer feeds. Someone’s jamming us.”
Of course they are.
“Time?” Cal asks.
“Minutes,” Ronan replies over comms. “Maybe less.”
That’s all we need.
I grab my weapon. “Gear up. We’re moving.”
Jason looks up from comms. “They’re not broadcasting. No ID. This is a clean hit.”
“Hayes,” Jonah mutters.
“Or Ford,” Lance adds. “I’m sure they released him now that we know who he was working for.”
“Doesn’t matter,” I say. “They’re here.”
Mila steps beside me, already checking her weapon like she never stopped. “Then we don’t let them box us in.”
I glance at her.
There it is again.
That edge.
That fighter instinct.
“Back exit,” I say. “We push through before they lock us down.”
Ronan’s voice comes again. “Correction. Three vehicles now.”
Cal exhales. “Yeah… they’re not here to talk.”
“No,” I agree. “They’re here to erase.”
Gunfire erupts outside.
Sharp. Sudden. Close.
They didn’t wait.
