Isabella's POV
The world outside the window blurred as the van sped down the winding forest road. Oracle sat beside me, her hands flying across the laptop, her focus unbroken despite the chaos surrounding us. Alex was in the driver's seat, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel, his gaze locked on the road ahead.
Derek’s blood still stained my hands, the memory of his final moments flashing in my mind like a cruel, unending loop. The weight of his sacrifice settled in my chest, heavy and suffocating.
“We’re clear for now,” Alex announced, his voice strained.
“For now isn’t enough,” Oracle replied without looking up. “Monalisa will have more men on us the second they realize their first team failed.”
Her words made my stomach churn. “How much longer until you finish decryp
