His mind was spinning as he read the message Lina had left behind. If she had time to leave a warning, then she had time to trigger a backup plan something she would have initiated in the case of emergencies.
Sarah was already on her phone, her fingers flying across the screen.
"Did she text anything before this?" James asked.
Sarah shook her head. "Not that I received. But if she was able to leave this message, she had a few seconds before they reached her."
From their location on the rooftop, James peered down at the streets below them. Everything seemed normal, but he knew better. Someone was always watching.
"We've got to find out where they took her," he muttered.
Sarah scowled at her phone, then her eyes grew wide. "Lina did have a contingency plan." "Then perhaps if she activated it just as she before she was taken, I may be able to".
A soft beep interrupted her. She rotated the screen to face James. A blipping red dot showed up on a digital map an old industrial dockyard on the outskirts of the city.
James narrowed his eyes. "That's remote. Hard to monitor. If it took her there, that means they don't intend to keep her long."
Sarah nodded. "If we act now, we may still have time."
James didn't hesitate. "Let's go."
They moved through the city streets with precision, staying in the shadows, avoiding unnecessary attention. Every moment counted.
James crouched behind a cluster of crates, watching the space between ships as the dragons in their bones tore past the dockyard. Scattered round large shipping containers, floodlights threw long shadows on the derelict warehouses. The air was thick with a saltwater, oily tinge.
Two guards stood just inside the doorway, talking in low voices. A handful of others hung around a small office building at the far end.
Sarah whispered, "If they're keeping Lina, she's probably in that office. It's the only building you are secure here."
James nodded. "Then we go in."
Sarah checked her weapon. "I'll do the entrance guards. You handle the inside."
James smirked. "You take the harder job every time."
Sarah didn't respond, just looking at him resolutely. Then she moved.
It took Sarah seconds to bring down the first guard, and then the second; her movement quick and quiet. James made his way in through a side door, moving with practiced precision.
They were dimly lit, and the warehouse stood stacked high with crates. He moved with care, ensuring no one saw him on his way to the office.
Then he heard it Lina's voice.
James froze, listening.
Inside the office, Lina was sitting in a chair with her hands bound in front of her. She appeared fatigued but resolute. Facing her was Viktor Levin, one of Karpov's most trusted men.
"You ought to have stayed out of this," Levin said.
Lina raised her head, defiant. "And you ought to have thought twice about underestimating me."
James swooped in before Levin could respond. He quickly subdued the man, getting everything under control, before he cut Lina's bindings.
"Can you walk?" he asked.
Lina nodded, but winced. "We've got much bigger fish to fry, James. Karpov is not just reaching for power he's scheming much bigger."
James helped her to her feet. "Then we prevent him from ever beginning."
But outside, Sarah had already arranged their getaway. The dockyard was now on alert, but they moved quickly, melting into the night.
As they vanished into the city, James knew one thing this was just the beginning.