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Oran
“Where is she?” Our temporary home was empty, with no sign of Whitney. Every instinct had been screaming at me that something was wrong ever since we’d been at the weapons stash planting tracking beacons in each of the crates. They operated on a specific, very small frequency that only the I.C. could track.
This part of the mission was now complete, thank f**k. Once those crates—and those attached beacons—took off into deep space and the weapons were sold, the I.C. could track each and every delivery… and take out the criminals and killers buying them.
Still, we had to complete the f*****g mission. We knew where the weapons were being held, but not by whom. We also had no idea who might show up to take them away.
Whoever appeared to load them up and sell them were Helion’s prob
