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Chapter 26: The Release

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“Dammit!” Korben snarled, kicking over a rusted pipe as he stormed into the room. The bowl of street noodles he brought crashed to the floor, splattering the wall.

The guard he’d assigned to Fedora lay writhing, bloodied and dazed, clutching his jaw and muttering incoherently. The ropes were on the ground—cut clean through. The window? Shattered.

The air was rank with rage and panic.

“Where is she?!” Korben bellowed, grabbing the man by the collar, shaking him violently. “You had one job!”

He didn’t wait for an answer.

Upstairs. Downstairs. Through the stairwell. Behind crates and rotten furniture. He tore through every room in the crumbling warehouse. No Fedora. He charged outside, diving into the dense brush behind the building, gun drawn, scanning for movement. Nothing.

She was gone.

She’d outmaneuvered him.

And the handover to Judah was in just a few hours.

He paced, breathing hard. Options flickered in his mind like static. He couldn’t show up empty-handed. That would mean he ca
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