SUSAN’S POV
I got the beep. It was a sharp, piercing sound vibrating against my wrist with a persistence that made my stomach tighten. That was the emergency device my most trusted allies had. It was a small, high-tech transmitter, built for one thing: a life-or-death situation. It only beeps when someone was in a corner they couldn't get out of, and hearing it now meant something had gone terribly wrong.
The little device didn't just send a distress signal; it popped up an encrypted SMS and activated a GPS tracker. I tapped the interface, watching as a red dot pulsed on the digital map of the city. It was Mouse. I zeroed in to get his exact location. It was an old, abandoned steel foundry in the industrial sector and I rushed out immediately without thinking.
According to the GPS, it w
