Night Robbery (Physical Confrontation)
Agent D’s car sped like a bullet through the city streets, which were just beginning to be lit by the pale morning light. Cassian focused solely on the voice in his earpiece, ignoring the lingering physical pain from the confrontations at the hotel and the archive warehouse. Beside him, Agent D looked tense, his eyes monitoring traffic with cold professionalism.
How much further, Agent D? Cassian asked, his voice sharp.
Two minutes until we reach the main hotel, Mr. Northvale. The pulse from Mrs. Ashworth’s car transmitter is accelerating. We have to intercept it physically, immediately.
I know, Cassian replied. Guilt flooded him. He had let the Coven’s threat reach this fatal point. He had trusted the Syndicate’s system to look after his home, bu
