ELENA
The sirens got louder.
Dante's body tensed against mine. "That's not backup."
"What?"
"Those sirens...they're not coming to help. They're coming for us." He grabbed my hand. "We need to get inside. Now."
We ran for the door, but it was already opening. Marco stood there, blood on his shirt.
"Marco!" I rushed to him. "What happened?"
"Interpol agents...they're not who they say they are. The organization has people inside." He pressed his hand to his side, wincing. "They're cleaning house. Killing everyone in protective custody."
"How many?" Dante demanded.
"Six that I know of. Maybe more." Marco pulled out a gun. "I took this off one of them. We need to get everyone out."
We ran through the facility, gathering Sophia, Claire, and Henri. Gunshots echoed from other wings.
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