CHAPTER 10: TRAITOR IN THE DARK
The screen flickered, and the feed zoomed in sharp.
There it was — Julian standing by a parked van, handing a heavy sealed metal case to a man in a black balaclava. Stamped right into the steel in faded white lettering: VANCE HOLDINGS — ASSET 72.
My stomach dropped straight to my boots. “That’s yours. That’s your property.”
Kael’s jaw locked so hard a muscle feathered in his cheek. His eyes turned cold, like storm clouds swallowing the sun.
“Which means someone gave it to him. Someone inside.” He spun for the door, his stride long and furious. “We move. Now.”
We grabbed our gear — a vest for me, a rifle and sidearm for him — and slipped out the back entrance, where two bikes waited idling. Kael kicked his engine to life, the roar low and menacing. I cl
