The explosion ripped through the night sky.
James was thrown from his feet, the force of the blast sending him crashing against a wall. Debris rained down around him, choking the air with dust and smoke.
He pushed himself up, his ears ringing, his vision blurred. The safe house was gone. Reduced to rubble.
"Elena!" he shouted. "Serena! Freya!"
No answer.
He stumbled through the wreckage, searching for his team. He found Elena first, pinned beneath a fallen beam. She was alive, barely conscious.
"Hold on," he said, straining against the beam. "I'm getting you out of here."
He lifted the beam with a surge of adrenaline, pulling her free. She gasped, her eyes fluttering open.
"James. What happened?"
"They found us." He helped her to her feet. "We need to move. Now."
They found Seren
