The wind whipped through the courtyard, with the hum of helicopter blades and the sharp commands of Grayson's guards. Nathan tightened his grip on the rifle in his hands, his mind racing for a plan. Scarlett stood beside him, her face pale but resolute, while Caleb scanned the blockade.
"Outnumbered and outgunned," Caleb muttered. His tone was grim but calm.
"We've been in worse situations. Right?"
Nathan didn't answer. His gaze was fixed on the spotlight sweeping closer, its harsh beam cutting through the darkness like a blade. Every second counted.
Scarlett's voice broke the tense silence.
"We can't stop now. We have the evidence. It's only a matter of time before Grayson's empire falls. We just need to get out of here alive."
Nathan turned to her, his expression softening despite the chaos around them.
"We'll make it. I promise."
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