The offshore safehouse was isolated—a fortress surrounded by relentless waves and jagged cliffs.
Gabriel’s men had the perimeter locked down tight. No mistakes. No witnesses.
Damien and Isla arrived just as the sun was beginning to bleed into the horizon, casting a cold orange glow over the concrete walls.
Inside, the atmosphere was tense but electric—like the calm before a storm no one could escape.
Damien didn’t waste time.
“Where are they?” he demanded.
Gabriel led them through sterile corridors, their footsteps echoing off the metal and glass. At last, they reached a reinforced steel door.
Behind it, the two targets waited—Richard Lancaster, defiant but visibly aged, and Valeria, her usual arrogance tempered by exhaustion.
Richard sneered when he saw Damien.
“You think this ch
