The Betrayal
"You feel that?" Rhea's voice was a whisper, barely carried over the quiet hum of the forest.
Flora tightened her grip on her rifle. Yeah, she felt it. That gnawing sensation in her gut, the one that always meant something was about to go wrong. The mission was too quiet. Too smooth. And that never lasted.
"Stay sharp," she muttered, glancing at Adrian, who was moving up ahead.
His face was unreadable, but she knew him well enough to recognize the tension in his jaw. He felt it, too.
Their team was creeping toward the stronghold's perimeter, the towering structure barely visible through the thick trees. The plan was simple-get in, retrieve the stolen intel, get out before the enemy knew they were there. But when had anything ever gone according to plan?
The earpiece in F
