“Not happening.”
“You don’t understand—”
“I understand you’re about to get killed,” I cut in. “And I’m about to ruin several people’s night.”
She glares at me like she’s deciding whether to shoot me herself.
Wouldn’t be the first time.
We hit the edge—
And jump.
The explosion behind us hits a second later.
The water swallows us whole.
Cold.
Black.
Violent.
I come up fast, scanning—
Bodies drift past us.
Yeah.
This night just keeps getting better.
2
Mila
Location: Somewhere Wet and Worse
Time: Minutes Later
Isurface, gasp—
—and immediately try to stab him.
Pure reflex.
Also justified.
Because, Lord… seriously?
This is what you give me?
Not backup.
Not an extraction team.
Not literally anyone else on the planet.
Him.
