The vehicle ripped through the night, headlights slashing the darkness while the team pressed ahead. They could still hear the gunshots and explosions ringing in their ears, the last images of their escape burned in their heads. They had received the intel, but they were not safe.
James was in the front seat, looking into the rearview mirror. They had been pursued for miles, but they had lost their pursuers, at least for the time being. Yet the threat wasn’t over. The Syndicate was relentless.
“We need to reach out to the buyer,” Lina said, breaking the silence. She was holding the hard drive tightly enough to turn her fingers practically white. “This data needs to get into the right hands, or all that we’ve done will be for nothing.”
James nodded. “We will. But we need to regroup first
