"Did you really think your old friends in the slums wouldn't track where you ran?"
The intruder stood in the concrete archway, the heavy iron door resting wide open behind her.
She pulled back her rain-soaked leather hood, revealing cropped silver hair and a deep, jagged scar running from her ear down to her jawline.
Kaelen shifted his weight instantly, his fingers tightening around his steel blade as he stepped between the stranger and the control console.
"Stand down, Kaelen," Rafael ordered, his voice echoing smoothly off the subterranean concrete walls.
Lyra lowered her silver revolver slightly, though her eyes remained locked on the woman's hands. "You know this shadow, boss?"
"Her name is Vanya," Rafael said, stepping around the main server desk. "She ran the black-market
