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LATER THAT NIGHT – SAFE HOUSE – SECRET MEETING ROOM The air was thick inside the dimly lit room, stale with the scent of old leather, dust, and the faint metallic tang of tension. The muted hum of the broken air conditioner filled the silence as Jason pushed open the door, his shadow stretching long across the floor. Heads turned. Alexander, Marcus, Dante, Nikolai, Damien—and Isabella. Jason stepped inside, his presence cutting through the heavy air like a blade. He caught Isabella’s eyes, just for a second. The quiet intensity there nearly stopped him in his tracks. She quickly looked away, but he’d seen enough—the worry she masked, the storm she carried for Charlotte. He closed the door behind him with a click that seemed to echo."Jason," Alexander said, voice low and commanding, "take a seat." Without hesitation, Jason crossed the room and sank into the empty chair beside Isabella. Papers littered the scarred table—maps, coded notes, surveillance reports—all of it a test

LATER THAT NIGHT – SAFE HOUSE – SECRET MEETING ROOM The air was thick inside the dimly lit room, stale with the scent of old leather, dust, and the faint metallic tang of tension. The muted hum of the broken air conditioner filled the silence as Jason pushed open the door, his shadow stretching long across the floor. Heads turned. Alexander, Marcus, Dante, Nikolai, Damien—and Isabella. Jason stepped inside, his presence cutting through the heavy air like a blade. He caught Isabella’s eyes, just for a second. The quiet intensity there nearly stopped him in his tracks. She quickly looked away, but he’d seen enough—the worry she masked, the storm she carried for Charlotte. He closed the door behind him with a click that seemed to echo."Jason," Alexander said, voice low and commanding, "take a seat." Without hesitation, Jason crossed the room and sank into the empty chair beside Isabella. Papers littered the scarred table—maps, coded notes, surveillance reports—all of it a test

SAFE HOUSE — HALLWAY OUTSIDE CHARLOTTE’S ROOMThe hallways of Safe House 7 felt colder tonight. Colder, quieter — as if the very walls were holding their breath. Alexander moved through the corridor like a phantom, the heavy weight of dread anchoring each step. His boots made no sound against the polished floor, but the storm inside him roared loud and unrelenting. Jason’s words haunted him. It was too easy. Those three words echoed like a drumbeat in his skull, gnawing at the fragile hold he still had on trust, loyalty, hope. His fists were clenched tight at his sides, the tension spiderwebbing up his arms, locking his shoulders in rigid fury. He needed answers. And he needed them now — before the threads holding them all together unraveled completely. As he rounded the corner, a flicker of movement caught his eye. Isabella. She emerged from the shadows, carrying a tray of untouched food. The plates rattled slightly against the metal, her hands trembling just enough

ROOFTOP GARDEN Hospital The rooftop felt like a world apart from the sterile corridors below—a quiet sanctuary of stone paths, flowering shrubs, and faintly swaying trees. Lanterns stood like sentinels along the garden’s edge, casting muted pools of golden light that fought against the vast, encroaching darkness. In the distance, the city’s restless murmur rose and fell, the breath of a sleeping giant.Charlotte stood near the iron railing, arms wrapped tightly around herself—not against the night's chill, but against a deeper, invisible cold. She gazed out into the endless dark, her eyes tracing the horizon where the last whispers of daylight were slowly devoured by the heavens.She didn’t hear the soft footsteps behind her—she didn’t need to. Somehow, she already knew, the way one senses a change in the air before a storm or feels the weight of eyes in an empty room."Mind if I join you?"Isabella’s voice drifted through the hush, careful and tentative, each word laid down like a

The warehouse reeked of gasoline, sweat, and something more sinister—fear.Marcus kicked down the reinforced door just as the last of his six men gunned down a guard in the hallway. The silence that followed was not peace, but a lull before the storm. They moved like shadows—swift, precise, unrelenting.Marcus trailed at the rear, his jaw tight, pulse pounding in his ears. He wasn’t just here on a mission. He was here for Erik. No more delays. No more mercy. “Lower east room,” Caleb's voice crackled through the comms. “Thermal scan shows one heat signature—still.” Marcus didn’t respond. He was already moving. The corridors were a blur, each footstep a hammer to the cold concrete. His grip tightened around his weapon. Every second Erik remained in that place was an insult Marcus could not forgive. He reached the door. One hard kick. It crashed open. There—slumped in a chair, wrists bound, shirt bloodied and torn—was Erik. Bruises darkened his ribs, and his face was

2:09 PM – Emergency Recovery Unit. The room was quiet again. Too quiet. Jason sat stiffly on the edge of the hospital bed, sterile sheets twisted around his legs like chains. One hand pressed against the blood-soaked gauze on his side, the other trembling from more than just pain. It was something deeper. More dangerous. Love. He hadn’t meant to fall for her. In his world, love was a vulnerability—one that could get you killed. It dulled instincts. Blurred lines. Made monsters look human.And yet, the first time he saw her—fragile, scared, defiant—something inside him cracked. He buried it fast. Compartmentalized it. Pretended it was nothing. Because he was too dangerous for someone like her. She deserved peace. He only knew war. But the feeling didn’t die. It waited. Waited through long nights in the war room. Through missions gone sideways. Through cold coffee and heated arguments and moments when her silence said more than words ever could. And somewhere betw