Getting closer.
Mila shifts slightly beside me, weapon already up.
I angle just enough to cover the opposite side.
Daniel presses back against the wall, eyes locked down the corridor.
Two guards round the corner.
Talking.
Relaxed.
They don’t expect us.
That’s their mistake.
Daniel doesn’t fire.
Doesn’t signal.
He just moves.
Fast.
Silent.
Lethal.
He closes the distance before they even register what’s happening—one hand snapping up, striking the first guard’s throat while the other hand drives a blade clean and precise into the second.
No shots.
No noise.
Two bodies drop.
Gone.
Just like that.
Mila exhales quietly.
“Efficient.”
“Necessary,” Daniel replies.
I step forward, checking the hallway.
Clear.
“Remind me not to get on your bad side,” I mutter.
He glances back briefly.
“You’re not my problem.”
Yeah.
