Sophia's POV
I looked at the writing. Four terms that signified their complete understanding.
"We have to go," Morrison stated. "At this moment." "They know our location."
"How is that possible?" "You mentioned this location was confidential."
"I'm not sure." "However, we can't remain here." She took her jacket. The firearm belonged to her. "We visit the FBI headquarters." "Director Chen will safeguard us there."
"It’s three o’clock in the morning."
"I am not concerned." "Shift."
We hurried out of the apartment. Going down the stairs. Out to the street. The bakery underneath was dim. Shut. There is no one present.
Morrison's vehicle was positioned two blocks distant. We sprinted. Our steps resonated on the vacant pavement.
I continued glancing back at us. Anticipating the arrival
