Rafael and Quinn crouched behind the tall oak trees, their breaths hushed as they approached the hidden hideout.
”Tread gentry, Quinn. You don’t want to announce us,” Rafael warned.
A small warehouse came to the picture and laughter danced through the air, originating from deep within the building that was before them. Quinn's heart pounded with a mixture of urgency and fear, for his daughter's well-being hung in the balance.
Quinn glanced at Rafael, his eyes filled with determination. "It's here," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "My daughter is in the basement, but we can break in from the other side. They won't hear us amidst their shouting and laughter."
"Quinn, do you understand what you're about to do?" Rafael asked, his voice laden with caution and worry.
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