“East side, two more,” I call out.
“Got it.” Luca effortlessly takes the right angle. A soft thud, a muffled groan and the guards are down.
“West side clear,” Jace reports. “Loading dock secure. Planting devices now.”
I watch as they work efficiently.
“Isobel, the team needs an extraction route,” Jace says.
“Back alley north, then loop east,” I respond.
“Copy.”
“Movement, east corridor,” Felix calls out.
“Copy. Luca, east angle. Jace, cover.”
“On it.”
“West side, two more.” Noah's voice is tight.
“Felix, Kellan, intercept. Do not let them flank us.”
“Copy.”
I watch as Luca slinks along the wall. Silent but deadly. His hands areprecise, efficient, striking pressure points, twisting arms, immobilizing people left and right.
A sudden shout as one of the guards manages to struggle free.
“Luca!” Jace barks. “Stop showing off!”
“I'm not showing off.” Luca replies, calm as ever, “I’m saving your ass, as usual.”
I swear I hear Jace growl. Jace snaps his orders faster and sharper. His obvious frustration bleeds through every word. Luca's low, confident tones counter it, almost mocking.
“Team, extraction in five,” Jace barks.
“You heard him. Move,” I repeat.
They move, and I watch as each person leaves the warehouse.
“Charges set,” Luca says. “Everyone clear?”
“Clear.” Jace's tone is flat. “Moving to the extraction point.”
“East exit secured,” Felix confirms. “Kellan, flank west.”
“Copy.”
My chest loosens just a bit, the end of the mission is coming. So close.
“Firing in three…two…one…”
The warehouse explodes in a controlled detonation, smoke and chaos filling the air.
“Extraction route clear,” Noah reports.
“Luca, cover Jace's six!” Felix shouts.
