Isabella’s POV
The adrenaline rush started to fade, leaving behind a heavy exhaustion that weighed on every muscle. My hands trembled as I clutched the decoy drive. The fight was far from over, but at least we had a moment’s respite. I leaned back against the cold metal wall of the van, trying to calm my breathing.
“Nice work back there,” Alex said, nodding approvingly as he kept a watchful eye on the rearview mirror. “But we can’t celebrate yet. Monalisa’s not the type to back down easily.”
I glanced at Oracle, who was typing furiously on her laptop, a frown etched across her face. “Do we even know where we’re heading now?”
Oracle looked up, meeting my gaze. “We’re headed to the safehouse. It’s out of Monalisa’s reach for now, but it’s not permanent. We’ll need to move again soon.”
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