Mag-log inZahara's POVThe ambulance ride felt strangely quiet after everything that had happened in the clearing.The siren was no longer as loud, and the steady hum of the engine filled the space between us. Occasionally, the paramedic's radio crackled, but otherwise, there was little noise.Armando lay on the narrow gurney beside me, his side properly bandaged. His eyes were tired, but he was still alert, watching me with the same steady attention he had given me throughout the night.I had barely said anything since we left the clearing.My hands rested in my lap, the scrapes across my palms stinging whenever I moved my fingers. I kept looking at them, but I wasn't really seeing them.All I could see was Armando running towards that man. The weapon turning towards him. Then a gunshot.I remembered the way my breath had caught when I saw the man raise his weapon at him. Then I had watched Armando fall, and for one terrible moment, I had thought I was about to lose him."You have gone quiet,"
Armando's POVThe shout from the tree line grew louder. I turned towards the sound, trying to shift into a better position without putting too much pressure on my injured side. The movement sent a sharp sting through the wound, and I tightened my jaw, refusing to let the pain distract me.Zahara's fingers tightened around mine as she also turned towards the sound.A moment later, two of Griggs's men emerged from the darkness, dragging a struggling figure between them.Arthur Wolfson.His expensive clothes were torn and covered in dirt. His hair was dishevelled, and the calm, calculated expression he had worn earlier was gone. He struggled against the men's grip, twisting his arms as they forced him towards the clearing."We got him," one of them called out. "He tried to make it to a second vehicle hidden further down the access road, but he did not make it that far."A breath I had not realised I was holding escaped my lungs.For several seconds, I simply watched them bring him closer
Armando's POVI saw her fall before I noticed the man standing over her. Gravel scattered beneath her as she hit the ground, and something inside me seemed to snap.For one terrible second, everything around me faded. The shouting, the gunfire, the movement of Griggs's men. None of it mattered.All I could see was Zahara lying on the ground."Zahara!" I shouted, my voice tearing through the chaos.The man near her turned at the sound. His weapon swung away from where she had fallen and pointed directly at me.I saw him raise it. Saw his finger settle against the trigger.Griggs's earlier warning flashed through my mind. Do not rush in. Do not expose yourself. But none of that could hold me back now."Armando, no!" Zahara screamed, struggling to push herself up from the gravel.I heard her, but I could not stop.I was already moving, my feet carrying me across the remaining distance as the man levelled his weapon. There was no time to think about the consequences. I only knew that if h
Zahara's POV"Time to move," one of them said flatly, already crossing the room towards me. "Get up."I rose slowly, keeping my expression as calm as I could manage. The prepaid phone was still tucked against my skin beneath my clothes, and I instinctively pressed my arm close to my side to make sure it remained there.I understood what this meant. Once they moved me from this building, whatever slim advantage I currently held would disappear. I might never discover where they had taken me, and the evidence I had gathered could become useless if I was unable to get it into the right hands."Where are you taking me?" I asked, buying myself a few more seconds."Doesn't matter," the second man replied, gripping my arm firmly. "You'll find out when we get there."I said nothing more.They led me down the narrow hallway, one on either side, and I forced myself to pay attention to everything around me. The doors we passed, the direction of the corridor, the distance to the entrance. My puls
Armando's POVGriggs's fingers dropped to zero, and we moved.We crossed the open ground quickly, keeping low as we headed towards the building. The rusted equipment and scattered trees offered little cover, but we had nearly reached the edge of the clearing when a shout rang out from the porch.One of the men had spotted us."We have company!"He reached for something at his belt, and within seconds, the quiet night erupted."Down!" Griggs barked.We scattered behind the nearest cover as shouted warnings and the metallic sounds of weapons being readied filled the air. I dropped behind a rusted piece of machinery, hitting the ground hard enough to feel the impact in my shoulder.My heart slammed against my ribs. For a brief moment, I could hear little beyond the pounding in my ears. Then I forced myself to look towards the building.Three men stood near the entrance now, their weapons raised. They had taken defensive positions instead of running for cover, which suggested they were ei
Armando's POVWe moved through the tree line slowly, Okoro leading with quiet, practiced steps while Griggs and his men spread out on either side. All of us kept our eyes on the single lit window above the main structure as we closed the distance."Two vehicles parked near the rear," Okoro whispered, studying the property through a small pair of binoculars. "No movement outside yet. Whatever is happening, it is happening inside.""How many entrances?" I asked."Front door, and what looks like a service entrance on the east side, closer to where we are standing now."He lowered the binoculars and turned towards me."Mr. Ivas, I want to remind you that we go in together, on my signal. Nothing reckless. We do not know how many men are actually inside; and rushing in blind gets people killed.""I understand."I kept my voice steady, but my fingers had already curled into my palms. I knew why we had to be careful. I understood that one careless move could expose us before we reached the bu







