A Moment to Breathe
There was silence for the first time in months.
No gunfire. No explosions. No Syndicate assassins waiting in the wings.
It was a safe house deep in the countryside, away from the bustle of the city. A tiny cabin nestled among rolling green hills, the air heavy with the smell of pine and earth. It was fleeting, but it seemed like a different world.
James was outside, leaning against the wooden railing of the porch. For the first time in years, he allowed himself to breathe.
Sarah emerged alongside him, two steaming mugs of coffee in hand. “You look like a guy who don’t know what to do without bullets flying over your head.”
James laughed and took the cup. “Not used to this… peace.”
Sarah smirked. “You’ll get used to it.”
In the cabin, Malik and Lina sat around a
