Prologue to season 2

The rain came down in thin, surgical lines, slicing through the glow of cheap streetlights. The warehouse stood at the edge of the industrial zone — forgotten, silent except for the steady drip of water leaking through the rusted gutters.

Inside, Eleanor paced.

Her boots echoed off the cracked concrete floor. She checked her phone again. No messages. The silence felt heavier than usual.

Then headlights cut through the far windows.

Finally,

Daniela stepped inside, hood pulled low, her breath forming quick white clouds in the damp cold.

"You shouldn't have come alone," Eleanor said.

Daniela smirked, voice low. "Neither should you."

For a brief moment, the tension between them flickered — not the tension of danger, but of history. The long months of running, of hiding, of barely surviving together. The last six months had made them sharper, colder.

But still together.

Eleanor handed Daniela a small flash drive.

"Elias sent it this morning."

Daniela plugged the drive into her encrypted tablet, eyes narrowing as files opened: surveillance photos, bank records, offshore account transfers.

The name JORGE SANTOS kept appearing.

Santos — one of Kayleigh's former middle-men, now positioning himself for something bigger while Kayleigh rotted in her cell.

"This is it," Daniela whispered. "Santos is building something."

"More like rebuilding." Eleanor's voice was tight. "Kayleigh's network isn't dying. It's just changing leadership."

Daniela scrolled through a series of wire transfers. The amounts were staggering.

"If we hit this pipeline now, we cripple the next wave before it solidifies."

Eleanor exhaled. "If we get caught pulling financials off protected servers, we'll both be arrested. And this time, no favors. No more get-out-of-jail cards."

Daniela's jaw set. "We don't have the luxury of waiting anymore."

A beat of silence. The rain tapped like fingers against the metal roof.

Then Daniela looked at her.

"I'm in if you are."

Eleanor hesitated. The old part of her — the part trained to survive Kayleigh's world — wanted to run, disappear again. But that part has grown quieter lately.

Because of Daniela.

Because of everything they lost.

Because if they didn't fight back now, they would never stop running.

"I'm in," Eleanor said.

They exchanged a brief nod. Partners. Equals. Lovers caught inside something bigger than both of them.

Elsewhere, far across the city, a dark SUV pulled to the curb. Ruiz stepped out, umbrella shielding him from the rain.

He entered a heavily guarded brownstone apartment — one of Kayleigh's last loyal strongholds.

Inside, the air smelled of expensive cigars and quiet power.

Ruiz handed a burner phone to a waiting man.

The man's voice was calm, dangerous.

"Is it done?"

Ruiz nodded. "They've started moving. Just like Kayleigh predicted."

The man smiled. "Good. Let them dig their own graves."

The phone buzzed once.

A single incoming text from prison:

"Watch the cop. She's the weakness."

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SEASON 2 BEGINS.