“DONE!”
The drive ejects.
I grab it instantly.
“Move!” Jase shouts.
We fall back together—step for step—covering each other as the room erupts into full combat.
This is it.
No more running.
No more hiding.
We’ve got the truth.
Now we just have to survive it.
55
Jase
“MOVE!”
I don’t wait for confirmation.
I grab Mila’s hand and pull her with me as bullets rip through the space behind us, shattering glass, tearing into steel.
Daniel is already moving—fast, precise—covering our flank as we push toward the exit corridor.
“Left!” he shouts.
We pivot hard.
The hallway is no longer empty.
Armed operators flood in from both directions.
Too many.
“Contact front!” I bark.
Mila doesn’t hesitate.
She steps into me—back to my chest—her weapon already up as we fire in sync.
Controlled bursts.
Drop two.
Three.
Another.
“Keep moving!” I growl.
We advance as one unit—tight, lethal, unbreakable.
