The blast shook the entire foundation of the safehouse, knocking Aria off balance. Knox caught her before she hit the floor, pulling her into his chest as dust and fragments rained from the ceiling.
“Move!” Wyatt shouted, already drawing his weapon.
Red emergency lights flickered to life, casting the room in a harsh crimson glow. The shrill wail of the alarm rang out, blending with the distant echo of gunfire outside.
“They’ve breached the perimeter!” one of Knox’s men barked through the comms. “Multiple hostiles. Heavy firepower.”
Knox’s voice was calm but lethal. “Lock down the east wing. Fall back to the panic room.”
“We won’t make it there,” Wyatt snapped. “They’re pushing from every angle.”
Aria’s hands trembled as she clutched the decrypted hard drive to her chest. “He planned
