The trap was set.
I stood in the dimly lit storage room of an abandoned complex, my pulse a steady thrum in my ears. The walls were lined with rusted pipes and flickering bulbs, the air thick with dust and the metallic bite of something old and forgotten. It wasn’t much, but it was perfect.
Zero would come. He always did.
Kane watched from the upper level, crouched behind a railing with her rifle slung over her shoulder. She wasn’t here to kill him—just to make sure I didn’t get myself killed.
"You sure about this?" Her voice crackled through the comm in my ear.
I flexed my fingers, shaking out the tension. "Not even a little."
Her sigh was sharp. "That's what worries me."
Footsteps.
A slow, measured cadence. Not rushed, not hesitant. Purposeful.
Zero.
I stepped away from the cen
