Agent Mills's POV
My earpiece crackles with static as I watch three heat signatures move through the warehouse ruins. "Control, this is Mills. Targets are mobile but contained."
"Copy that, Mills. Remember, this is a complete sanitization. No witnesses, no evidence."
"Understood." But my finger hovers over the radio button longer than it should.
The tablet in my hands shows thermal imaging from the helicopter overhead. Three people picking their way through concrete and twisted metal like broken dolls trying to find their way home. One of them is barely walking, leaning heavily on the others.
Damon Lockwood. The prodigal Alpha who came back to die for his step-sister.
"Agent Mills?" Rodriguez appears at my elbow, assault rifle ready. "Team's in position. Waiting for your go."
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