"We don't have time for this, Viktor!" Finlay's voice cut through the tense air, sharp as we crouched behind a crumbling wall. The faint hum of surveillance drones echoed above, their searchlights sweeping the area.
"You think I don't know that?" Viktor shot back, his jaw tight as he adjusted his weapon. "But if we storm in without a plan, we'll be handing ourselves over on a silver platter."
I clenched my fists, my gaze flicking between them. "Enough," I hissed. "Arguing won't save my son. Focus."
Viktor and Finlay glared at each other but fell silent. The tension between them had been building for days, and now it was a ticking bomb of its own, threatening to explode at the worst possible moment.
"Madison," I whispered into my earpiece. "Status update."
There was a crackling sound,
