A Mole Hunt

Lena stared at the screen, her instincts screaming that this was a trap. But if there was even a chance that Emilia was there, she had to act.

She forwarded the email to Elias with a message: "Meet me at the pier. Don't tell anyone else.

At midnight, Lena and Elias arrived at the pier. The area was dimly lit, the warehouses casting long shadows under the flickering streetlights.

"Are you sure about this?" Elias asked, his voice low.

"No, but I can't leave Emilia to fend for herself." Lena admitted.

They approached Warehouse 17 cautiously, the door slightly ajar. Inside, the space was dark and filled with stacked crates.

"Stay close," Elias whispered.

They moved deeper into the warehouse, their footsteps echoing. Suddenly, a figure stepped out from the shadows.

It was Emilia.

"Emilia!" Lena exclaimed, relief flooding her.

But Emilia raised her hand, signaling them to stop.