Chapter 7: The Raid has Eyes
286 Words
I wake up.
He’s there.
Sabastian Vance.
Sitting by my bed.
Watching me.
“You scream in Arabic,” he says.
I sit up. The silk sheets fall.
“I don’t dream.”
“You do.” He holds out water. “About fire. About Elias.”
My heart stops.
“How do you know that name?”
“This riad belonged to Cross.” He stands. “Every room has cameras. I heard you.”
He walks to the door.
“Get dressed. We’re going to see your ghost.”
Twenty minutes later.
His car. Black. Bulletproof.
“Elias lands in 58 hours,” Sabastian says. “Private airstrip.”
“So we intercept.”
“No.” He looks at me. “We let him feel safe. Then we take everything.”
We stop.
A warehouse.
Walls of screens. Men with guns.
Sabastian points. “There.”
Elias. On screen.
Older. Thinner. A scar on his left cheek.
“He works for Cross now,” Sabastian says. “He moves the money.”
I grab a knife from the table.
“I want him alive.”
Sabastian covers my hand.
“Alive is worse.” His phone buzzes. He reads it.
“Cross knows you’re here.” His jaw tightens. “Bounty just doubled. $10M.”
I smile.
“Good. Let him come.”
Sabastian steps closer.
“You’re not ready for Cross.”
“Then make me ready.”
His eyes drop to my mouth.
“Training starts at dawn.”
He leaves.
I lock the door. Check under the bed. The closet.
Then I see it.
Taped under my nightstand.
A photo.
Me. Sleeping.
Taken tonight.
Someone else was in this room.
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