Dawn came and went.
We moved in ranks, weapons at the ready, hearts pounding.
Fifty defenders surrounded the Deadwood facility perimeter.
Marcus's crew with the western approach. Richard's covering the east.
All of us are waiting.
And nothing happened.
“Luna,” Liana whispered from her place in the trees.
"No movement. The facility... seems empty."
"Empty?" I frowned.
That made no sense.
Mara’s intel had been strong — two hundred prisoners, high-profile, prime target for rescue.
"Maybe they evacuated?" someone suggested.
"Or it's a trap," Marcus snarled through the rune for communication.
"They knew we were coming. Moved the prisoners."
Had we been compromised? Again?
"All teams hold position," I ordered.
“Nobody moves until we know what we’re dealing with.”
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