James led the team into the bowels of the city but the streets were eerily silent. Their escape had come close too close. The attack at the clinic had been more than a standard ambush. It was precise. Calculated. Somebody had leaked their location.
Now they needed to vanish before the Syndicate hit again.
Lena held her injured arm, grinding her teeth in pain as she limped across the cracked asphalt. James turned, steadying her. “We have to get that treated.”
“I’ll survive,” she said, grimacing.
Nathan looked around. “Where do we go from here? The Syndicate won’t stop hunting us.”
James took out his phone on a secure channel that Sarah set up for him earlier. “We lay low, we regroup, and we figure out who betrayed us.”
Sarah’s face had gone pale, her hands no doubt still buzzed from t
