The silence between them wasn't empty it was alive, pulsing with everything that hadn't yet been said. The air was thick with smoke and fear, the faint sound of chaos still echoing outside the shattered window. Jessica stood frozen, her hands trembling, eyes darting between Romeo and Michael.
"Talk", she said finally, her voice a whisper sharpened by anger. "You wanted to tell me the truth? Then do it. Now".Michael's gaze softened for the first since he walked in. "You deserve to know. But i need you to understand i didn't lie to hurt you. I lied to keep you alive".Romeo stepped closer, his arm instinctively reaching for Jessica, but she moved away. Her trust in both of them was hanging by a thread. "Alive from what, Michael? From who?"Michael's eyes darkened. "From youself".The words hit her harder than a bullet. What, what do you mean?"He took a slow step forward. "Jessica, the people coming after you... they're not randomNight came queitly. Too queitly. The kind of silence that presses on your chest before the storm breaks. Jessica stood by the the cracked window of the abandoned subway control room, watching the faint glow of the city lights bleeding into the horizon. Every sound seemed amplified the ticking of Romeo's watch, the soft hum of Michael's laptop, her own uneven breathing. They were ready. As ready as anyone could be when walking straight into the lion's den."Window opens in fifteen", Michael said without looking up, eyes fixed on the terminal screen. The glow painted his face in shades of pale blue and exhaustion. "Security rotation confirmed. The tech sent final clearance codes. Once we're in, we'll have nine minutes before their systems flag the anomaly".Romeo adjusted the strap of his rifle, the notion brisk, controlled. "Nine minutes is too short"."It's all we'll get", Michael said. "After that, the alarms cascade".Je
The morning light that seeped through the grime-streaked windows of the subway control room felt fragile, like a promise. It was thin and pale, but it was light proof of the night had passed and the world still turned. Jessica watched it spill across the floor, hands wrapped around a mug of coffee she didn't remember making. Her muscles ached, her body still thrummed with the adrenaline of last night, but beneath all that there was something else: focus.Romeo moved with the same efficient calm he always wore like armor. He had scavenged maps, a laptop, and a battered radio from the metro booth. The coffee steamed in front of him untouched. Michael sat opposite, sleeves rolled, eyes hollow but calculating. All three had the same look tired, keyed, ready. "We don't have time to bleed", Romeo said, voice low. He tapped the map where the Syndicate's safe zones clustered docks, a medical research warehouse, a shell corporation building downtown. "We hit them where the
The night pressed in around them heavy, wet, and unrelenting. Rain dropped from the edges of the overpass where Jessica and Michael crouched, breaths ragged, hearts thundering. Sirens walled somewhere behind, swallowed by the city's chaos. The world had gone to war and she was standing in the middle of it. Michael reloaded his weapon in silence. Every movement was sharp, efficient, practiced. The kind of movements that belonged to someone who'd spent years surviving on lies and instinct. Jessica hated that part of her still trusted him enough to watch his back. Then she heard it footsteps splashing through puddles, closing in fast.She raised her gun, but before she could fire, a familiar voice shouted through the rain:"Jessica!"Her breast caught. Romeo.He emerged from the shadows, drenched, mud streaking his face. His eyes flicked between her and Michael, realization dawning like a wound reopening.
The tunnel swallowed Jessica whole. The echo of her footsteps ricocheted off the stone walls, a heartbeat of defiance in the cold dark. Each step took her further from Romeo, further from safety and closer to the truth she'd spent years running from. The truth named Michael. She had loved him once. Trusted him once.And when her brother died, she had sworn she'd never forgive the man responsible only to learn, too late, that the man she'd been falling for all over again was the same one holding the knife all along. The train station's air was damp, the scent of rust and oil clinging like ghosts, Somewhere above, thunder rolled or maybe that was the sound of collapsing loyalties. Jessica tightened her grip on the pistol she'd scavenged earlier, her pulse a steady drumbeat of fury and fear. A faint shuffle behind her made her stop cold. "Still running toward danger, I see", a voice drawled from the s
The sound of gunfire faded into echoes, swallowed by the emptiness of the underground station. Smoke drifted in lazy curls through the flickering light, the afterMath of chaos hanging heavy in the air.Jessica's breathing came hard and fast, her back pressed against the cold stone wall. Beside her, Romeo reloaded his weapon with a trembling hand, his face streaked with dirt and blood. They had won the fight or at least survived it but the silence that followed didn't feel like victory. It felt like they eye of a storm. "They knew exactly where to find us", Romeo said hoarsely, his voice low, dangerous. "That means someone's feeding them information". Jessica's stomach twisted. "A leak? From inside?" "Or worse", he said, meeting her eyes. "Someone we already trust". Her mind raced. The attack hadn't been random she knew that now. Those masked figures had called her name. They hadn't come for Romeo. They hadn't
The air inside the abandoned train station was heavy with dust and silence. Broken glass crunched beneath their boots as Jessica stumbled forward, clutching her bleeding arm. Romeo caught her before she fell, guiding her to the shadows between two rusted benches. "Sit", he ordered softly, voice low but trembling with urgency. Jessica obeyed, her breath shallow, eyes darting toward the shattered windows. The city outside was still echoing with distant sirens evidence of the chaos they'd left behind. Romeo tore a strip from his shirt and began wrapping her wound. His hands were steady, but his jaw was clenched. "You shouldn't have gone back for him", he muttered. "I couldn't just leave him", Jessica whispered. "Michael risked everything" "Michael lied", Romeo snapped, louder than he intended. His voice enchoed off the walls, sharp as glass. He exhaled slowly, rubbing his temples. "We don't even know what's tru