This isn't how we planned it, Luciana." Finlay's voice cut through the chaos, his tone sharp but steady. The muffled explosions in the distance didn't faze him; they couldn't, not now. "Tell me you've got another way to the core.
You think I'm a magician?" Luciana shot back, the breath catching in quick bunches as she leaned against the crumbling wall. She wiped at the streak of dirt from her cheek-a habitual gesture rather than one born of need. "The Broker's men are everywhere. One wrong move, and this whole thing blows up in our faces."
Finlay's jaw clenched tighter. "It already has. We adapt. You're the brains, remember?
"And you're the brawn," she said, her lips twitching into the barest hint of a smirk. "But even you can't punch through reinforced steel doors, so unless you have a
