The desert night was cold and unforgiving, the wind carrying the scent of sand and betrayal.
Axel stood watch on the station's roof, his eyes scanning the horizon. The attack on the mining town had shaken him more than he wanted to admit. Someone had betrayed them. Someone had fed information to the inner circle. And he was going to find out who.
"It's not Flint," Mira had said. "I've seen it. The traitor is someone else. Someone close to you."
But who? The team had been through so much together. They had bled together, fought together, survived together. The thought that one of them could be a traitor was almost too much to bear.
"I know you're out there," he said into the darkness. "I know you're watching."
There was no response. Just the wind and the endless sand.
He was about to
