The rain hammered against the rooftop, soaking through my jacket, but I barely felt it. My focus was locked on the street below, where neon lights flickered against wet pavement, their reflections distorted in puddles that had collected in the cracks of the broken city. The smell of ozone and damp asphalt clung to the air.
Beside me, Kane adjusted her earpiece, eyes narrowed. “He’ll come through here,” she whispered. “You ready for this?”
I exhaled, steadying my pulse. “I have to be.”
We had been tracking Zero for weeks, watching his movements, analyzing his patterns. He was a ghost, slipping through the cracks of the city like he belonged to the shadows. But tonight, we had him cornered. He just didn’t know it yet.
Kane’s voice was low but firm. “We only get one shot. If he gets away,
