The safe house vibrated with tense energy as agents rushed to secure the perimeter. Emma's heart raced as she threw essential items into her bag, Tom doing the same beside her. Ramirez's words echoed in her mind: "There's been a breach."
As they hurried down the stairs, Emma tried to calm her racing thoughts. Six weeks of relative safety in this place, and now they were on the run again. Would it ever end?
They burst out of the back door into the cool night air. A sedan nearby, an agent at the wheel. As they approached, a shrill ring cut through the tension.
Ramirez frowned, pulling out his phone. His eyes widened in surprise. "It's for you, Tom," he said, handing over the device. "Someone named Tina? Says she got the number from your company website."
Tom's brow furrowed in confusion
