The safehouse had grown quiet in the hours after the rescue, the team settling into an uneasy rest as the adrenaline faded and the weight of their situation pressed down on them. Renner lay on a cot in the corner, his wounds bandaged, his face pale but peaceful. He had survived, and his survival was a small victory against the Prime's machine. But the war was escalating, and the team knew that rest was a luxury they could not afford for long.
Caleb stood at the window, watching the city stir beyond the grime-streaked glass. The sun was up now, casting long shadows across the rooftops. The financial records were still secure, their contents a ticking bomb that could destroy the Prime's infrastructure. But the Prime was already moving, their operatives searching the city, their network tigh
