The hunt

The cold night air burned Alexa's lungs. Every step was agony. Behind her, alarms screamed into the darkness, searchlights cutting through the trees like knives.

Amira ran ahead, scanning the terrain. The medic—Alexandra—was barely holding on, stumbling with every step. Alexa clenched her jaw, throwing an arm around her to keep her upright.

"We're almost—"

A spotlight sliced through the trees.

"Down!" Alexa tackled Alexandra just as bullets tore through the air. Bark exploded. Leaves burned. The ground trembled with the force of the gunfire.

"They have snipers," Amira hissed from behind a fallen log.

"No kidding," Alexa muttered, heart pounding.

Alexandra groaned, her breathing ragged. She was getting weaker. If they didn't find a way out, she wouldn't make it.

Then—movement ahead.

Alexa barely had time to react before three figures emerged from the darkness, their forms barely visible through the chaos.

Not guards.

Not facility soldiers.

Something worse.

"Stop," the leader said, his voice calm but edged with command. A tall man, eyes sharp and calculating. He barely seemed winded, like he had been expecting them.

Alexa gripped her gun tighter. "Move."

"You're running into a trap." His tone didn't change. "The perimeter is locked. Drones are tracking heat signatures. And—" his gaze flicked to Alexandra's "—you forgot about the trackers."

Ice flooded Alexa's veins.

The trackers.

A cold realization hit her. They had never been free. Every step, every move—they had been watched.

A woman with a scarred jaw stepped forward. "We've been inside for years. Some of the cops out there? They're ours. But if you keep running, you'll get caught before we can get you out."

Amira tightened her grip on her knife. "How do we know this isn't a trap?"

The scarred woman smirked. "You don't."

A deep thrumming sound rumbled in the distance.

Helicopter.

The searchlights swept closer.

Alexandra swayed against Alexa, barely conscious.

Damn it. They were out of time.

The third figure, silent until now, pulled a blade from their vest. "We remove the trackers now. You come with us. Or you will die here."

Silence.

The tension crackled like lightning.

Alexa's instincts screamed. Trust no one.

But Alexandra was fading. Amira was waiting for her call. The facility was closing in.

A risk. A gamble.

Alexa's breath came fast.

Remove them.