Tension permeated the air within the safehouse, a force that appeared to weigh down on each person inside its four fractured walls. With her boots scuffing the concrete floor, Sofia paced back and forth. The ambush, the coded warning, and the eerie calm that followed their escape were all replayed in her memory as it rushed through the previous few hours. For the time being, they were safe, but they couldn't get rid of the sense of impending disaster.
Dante was crouched over a makeshift table across the room, skilfully disassembling a gadget he had taken from his pursuers' destroyed drone. As he forced open its casing, sparks erupted and he saw a blinking tracker and a complicated network of circuitry.
He murmured, "Found it," and threw the tracker to the ground, breaking it under his boot. "We should have some time because of that."
Sofia halted her pacing and gave him a fierce look. "What is the time for? Dante, they will continue to arrive. You are aware of that.
She became even mo
