Khanna POV
Hajime’s words hung in the stale motel air, heavy and absolute. “Target is too close.”
The silence stretched, broken only by the faint drip-drip-drip of a leaky faucet from the shared bathroom down the hall. I sat on the edge of the bed, suddenly wide awake, my hunter training overriding my fatigue.
“Too close to whom?” I finally asked, my voice tight. “Luke? Bradley himself? And why label the file 'A.F.' if the names weren't in it?” Not realising that I had been sitting in silence for long enough that Hajime had returned to the room after his shower.
Hajime rubbed the back of his neck as he dried his hair, his eyes still fixed on the closed laptop. “The ‘A.F.’ could be a file abbreviation. Access File, Anomaly Found, Agency File—it doesn't have to be Ava Fitzgerald. But the
