Isabella's POV
The stale air of the underground safe house pressed heavily against my lungs. The walls were suffocating, their cold stone surfaces a stark reminder of how far we had fallen. Oracle’s voice hummed softly in the background as she combed through the decrypted files again, her focus as sharp as ever. Alex leaned against the far wall, his arms crossed, his gaze distant but unwavering.
Despite the tension, there was a momentary lull in the chaos—a deceptive silence before the storm.
“We need to move soon,” Oracle announced, breaking the silence. Her eyes didn’t leave the screen. “Monalisa’s network will notice the breach within hours, if not sooner.”
Alex straightened, his expression grim. “Do we have a solid route out of here?”
“I’m working on it,” Oracle replied, typing fa
