"Great! You let him get away!" I screamed.
Cane reached out, his fingers brushing Nara’s cheek, which made my skin crawl.
"Nara," he whispered, his voice broken.
I stood there, a gun in each hand, feeling like the intruder in a story I had written myself into.
Cane snapped back to reality, the soldier taking over. He reached for his radio.
"Viper! Viper, do you copy? We’ve been compromised. The target has escaped through the North-East emergency exit. Move in! Initiate the secondary extraction phase. Now!"
Silence. Only the white noise of an empty frequency hissed back at him.
"Viper, respond!" Cane roared into the comms.
Still nothing. The silence was terrifying. It meant the "ghost run" wasn't just blown; it was buried.
"Something happened," Cane rasped.
"We need to get out
