The Reapers moved like shadows beneath the cover of night. Lena crouched in the lead vehicle, heart pounding beneath her tactical vest. The dark warehouse loomed ahead — Gabriel’s so-called safehouse. But everything in her gut screamed that it was too easy.
Still, she couldn’t back down now. Not when she was this close.
Priest’s voice buzzed in her earpiece.
“Teams Alpha and Bravo, take the east and north entrances. Overwatch in place. Execute on my mark.”
Jax’s voice followed, rough and low.
“You get in trouble, Lena — you call me.”
She didn’t answer.
Not because she wouldn’t — but because she couldn’t afford to let fear show, not even in front of him.
She signaled her team. They moved.
Boots struck gravel in silence. Shadows darted across steel walls.
The first breach came swif
