The wind howled as Leila and Ethan descended the rusted fire escape, their hearts pounding in rhythm with each hurried step. The sniper was subdued, but Marcus's reach felt endless, and they both knew the next move had to be fast and precise. The mission wasn’t over—it had barely begun.
Leila’s mind raced as they hit the alleyway, the dim streetlights flickering above them. What if Gabriel didn’t survive the attack? What if Marcus’s men were already closing in? The thought gnawed at her, but there was no time to dwell on it. She couldn’t allow doubt to take root—not now.
“We need to get back to the bunker,” Ethan said, his voice low but urgent as they darted through the narrow streets. His gun was still clutched in his hand, his eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of danger.
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