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“You’re heavy,” she retorts. “Thought you might’ve taken a nap.”
“Figured I’d wait for the fireworks.”
“Romantic,” she deadpans. Then nods behind her. “Extraction route clear two blocks north. But we’ve got averysmall window.”
I follow her out.
Street level is chaos. We duck into the smoke cloud she seeded with thermite charges and vanish between two loading rigs.
Her bike waits in a maintenance bay behind a sealed gate.
It’s sleek. Silent.
A wolf among rabbits.
I swing up behind her.
She kicks it to life.
We move.
And while we do, I start checking signals. Each one’s confirmation burns in my HUD.
Contingency Tree Zeta-3: Active.
Dead Drop Echo: Breach Verified.
Operative Narai: Routing Broadcast Node.
By the time we reach the safe house, I know the plan’s working.
We hit the underground lot. Metal walls. Lead insulation. EMP-resistant doors.
Inside, it’s dark.
Secure.
Familiar.
I drop into muscle memory.
Secure perimeter.
Scan for bugs.
Set suppressors.
Then I cross to the comm hub.
Five encrypted lines glow green.
I dial the first.
“Zek,” I say. “Wake up.”
The man on the other end doesn’t ask who it is.
He just breathes, “Finally,” and then starts reciting names, locations, ops burned clean through.
