The air crackled with tension, poised on the precipice of a storm. James and the rest took defensive positions, weapons drawn and prepared for the inevitable confrontation. The Syndicate’s troops were fast approaching, heavy boots pounding the pavement as they flanked Durban from all sides. The narrow street they’d ended up trapped in didn’t offer much space to maneuver, but it was the last option they had left. They had to fight, or they wouldn’t survive.
“Keep your mind right,” James whispered, voice low and steady. “We don’t let them take us.”
Her hands were still shaking lightly with anger, but her mind was set. Lina pressed her back against the wall. The hard drive, with the last of the intel they had fought so desperately to keep, was tucked securely under her arm. It was their bes
