Chapter 63
The safehouse was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos of the mission we had just escaped. Alex parked the armored vehicle in the garage, cutting the engine as we all sat in tense silence for a moment. The adrenaline was wearing off, leaving behind exhaustion and a heavy awareness of what lay ahead.
Victor slumped in his seat, still clutching the case containing Helix as though it might vanish if he let go. His face was pale, beads of sweat clinging to his brow.
“We made it,” he muttered, almost to himself.
“Barely,” Natalia said, her tone sharp. She shot him a glare as she climbed out of the vehicle. “Next time, try not to trip over your own feet.”
“Enough,” I said, stepping out after her. “We’re all still alive, and we have what we came for. That’s what matters.”
