43:01:12Berlin Compound – Lower Hangar Bay
The plan wasn’t airtight. But none of ours ever were.
It didn’t have to be clean—just fast.
Matteo was the first to move. No orders, no questions. Just a duffel slung over his shoulder and that look he got when he’d already decided the outcome. Luca followed, slower, like he was trying to convince himself this wasn’t surrender.
I was already waiting by the cargo elevator.
We didn’t speak on the descent.
What was there to say? Goodbyes only mattered if we didn’t make it back.
The hangar was dark. Empty, except for the low hum of the private jet we’d hidden in the manifests weeks ago, back when we were still paranoid enough to plan for treason.
The kind of paranoia that saves you when loyalty doesn’t.
Matteo climbed the ramp first, then tur
