A Race Against Time

Ethan moved first, instincts taking over. The two figures advanced with precision, no wasted movements, no hesitation. Professionals. Not enforcers, not syndicate thugs—Time Loop Bank operatives. The kind that didn't take prisoners.

Cassandra reacted next, raising her weapon. "We don't have time for a fight."

Ethan's voice was steady. "Then we don't give them one."

Lyra was already scanning for an exit. "Service corridor. West side."

Ethan didn't hesitate. "Go."

They broke into a sprint, darting through the rusted remains of the warehouse. The operatives followed, moving fast, closing the distance. A single gunshot rang out, the bullet striking the wall inches from Ethan's head.

Cassandra cursed. "They're not waiting to confirm."

Ethan ducked behind a collapsed beam, firing two quick shots back. Not to hit—to slow them down. They only needed seconds.

Lyra reached the service door, bypassing the old security lock. "Almost there—"

The operatives split up, one circling left, the other flanking from the right. They were cutting off exits. Ethan saw it before it happened, shifting his weight, adjusting for the angle.

"Cassandra—left!"

She pivoted, firing without hesitation. A sharp grunt. One operative dropped, wounded but not out.

Ethan moved right, meeting the second head-on. A flash of steel—a knife, close-range combat. He parried, shifting the momentum, forcing the operative back just long enough for Lyra to get the door open.

"Move!"

They slipped through, sealing the exit behind them. The corridor was narrow, leading into an underground passage that hadn't been used in years.

Cassandra exhaled. "That won't hold them for long."

Lyra checked her console. "We're still linked to the last terminal. Aiden left another directive."

Ethan steadied his breath. "Where?"

Lyra glanced up, her eyes sharp. "He's sending us straight into the corporate sector."

Cassandra frowned. "That's suicide."

Ethan's jaw tightened. "No. That's the next step."

If Aiden Cross was still pulling the strings, if he was still out there, he wasn't just sending them on a path to survival. He was sending them into the heart of the system.

Ethan met Lyra's gaze. "Then we go now."

No more running.

It was time to end the game.