Luke felt the heavy weight of her gaze. He didn't flinch. He kept one hand on the steering wheel, maintaining a calm facade under her terrified scrutiny.
He leaned slightly toward the old Nokia on the console.
"You have the wrong number," Luke said smoothly. "I'm not a commander. I'm just an ex-convict named Luke."
A heavy pause hung over the line.
Then the man on the other end let out a harsh, furious breath. General Thunder had caught the code instantly.
"Damn it!" the general barked, his voice dripping with disgust. "This useless convict again? I can't believe I just leaked classified intel to a slum rat. Forget everything you heard!"
The line went dead.
Sarah let out a massive, shaky breath. She slumped back against the leather seat, her racing heart finally slowing. The tension
