The group stumbled through the alley, their hearts thumping in their chests and the stink of smoke still in the air The safehouse had rocked with the explosion, the Syndicate’s forces closing in fast. Their way was no longer clear. All of the escape routes had been sealed or compromised, and James knew his time was running out.
“We can’t go back,” Sarah said, in a low voice, hardly above a whisper, but the urgency was undeniable. She glanced at James, expecting him to give direction. BRADY, BLOODIED AND CRAMPED, BUT UNDETERRED
James’s mind raced. The Syndicate had planned for everything. They always seemed one step ahead. That didn’t stop them though. Not now. They had the intel their leverage and it was worth everything. The Syndicate had harmed too many too many lives were ruined. It
