The city lights twinkled distantly behind them, but Cambria felt nothing but the cold grip of a tightening noose. The message Knox had sent haunted her every thought.
I've taken something of yours. Come and get it. Or lose everything.
The words pulsed in her mind like a sinister heartbeat. Knox was no longer just a rival in the shadows he was waging war on every front. And Cambria was standing on the edge of a precipice, one false move away from losing everything she had fought for.
Her team moved with precision, but the night was thick with uncertainty. Maddox rod just behind her in the convoy, his face unreadable in the flickering light of the dashboard. Brienne sat to the side, scanning the streets with hawk eyes. Even the seasoned operatives with them seemed tense, muscles coiled, breaths shallow.
"Anything on the scanners?" Cambria asked softly, breaking the heavy silence.
