James hurriedly trailed behind Sarah through the labyrinth of alleyways, his heart racing. Sirens blared, shouts echoed, and the usual buzz of danger followed like a ghost. They couldn't afford to slow down. Certainly not when Karpov's men were stalking them like prey.
Sarah took him down a narrow alley wedged between two dilapidated structures, their footfalls swallowed by the damp cobblestones beneath. He could see the tension in her posture, in the tightness of her shoulders. She had been running just as he had, but there was something more something in her eyes that told him she had seen something, learned something, that had changed everything.
Finally they stopped behind a crumbling brick wall out of the shadows. Sarah placed a hand against it, got her breath back and turned to look at James. The dim light of a faraway streetlamp outlined her face, her expression grim.
"They know where the safe house is," she said, her voice low but insistent.
A chill of dread washed through James. "How?"
Sarah looked around, confirmed the alley was clear, before responding. "There's a mole, James. Someone on our side someone giving Karpov information."
James clenched his jaw. He had suspected as much, but hearing it confirmed sent his blood boiling. It meant every step they took was under scrutiny, every plan they devised was already compromised a spy among them. It accounted for why Karpov's men had been right behind him at every turn.
"We can't go to the safe house," James said under his breath. "Not now. We need another way out."
Sarah nodded. "I have one." She paused, then continued, "But it's dangerous."
James let out a dry chuckle. "Everything is risky at this point."
She reached up underneath her coat and fished out a tiny little flash drive, which she held out for him to look at. "Lina was able to get into Karpov's encrypted files before she went dark. I haven't looked through everything on here, but I know one thing—Karpov's endgame includes more than a simple Syndicate takeover. He is plotting something much more grand."
James narrowed his eyes. "Bigger how?"
Sarah hesitated. "An attack. A large-scale operation. If Lina found what she says she did, Karpov is aiming for something that can bottom out nations around the globe."
James exhaled sharply. "We need to stop him."
Sarah nodded. "And we need to do it fast. But first, we must find Lina. She was supposed to show up an hour ago, but didn't."
James could feel the tension grow in his chest. If Lina was missing, it could only mean one of two things: she was in hiding, or Karpov's men had already come looking for her.
"Where was she last?" he asked.
Sarah gestured to a darkened roof a few blocks away. "She was supposed to give me a sign from up there. But nothing."
James thought fast. They could not afford to waste time, but they also could not rush in blindly. If Lina had been abducted, there was a slim chance she was still alive — but that window was closing fast.
"Let's go," he said.
Sarah didn't hesitate. Together they snuck through the alleyways, movements precise, silent. Every dark corner of the city around them felt like a battle, a potential ambush, a lurking enemy.
James looked all around as they stepped onto the roof. No sign of Lina. No sign of struggle. But something felt wrong.
Then he saw it.
A small, quickly scrawled message carved into the cement next to the rooftop's edge.
"They found me. Don't trust anyone."
Sarah's breath caught as she read the words. James was feeling the rage build inside him.
Lina was in trouble. And they were running out of time, more than ever.