The air tasted like fear.The old underground warehouse—once Darcy’s secret hideout—smelled of rust, fuel, and damp concrete. Concrete pillars towered like silent witnesses, and broken crates lay everywhere, remnants of something darker that once lived there. A baby-blue light flickered from a half-dead fluorescent bulb overhead, casting long haunted shadows that danced across the floor.Rita stood at the center of it all.Her hair, once immaculate and styled to perfection, now clung to her forehead in sweat. Her makeup—smudged, streaked, defeated—betrayed that the confident woman who engineered lives from behind screens and whispers… was now cornered, exposed. Her hands trembled, yet her chin remained raised, defiant.Behind her, stacked unevenly like a careless grave, were metal containers stenciled with faded warnings:HIGH EXPLOSIVE MATERIAL – PROPERTY OF DARCY INDUSTRIES.Explosives. Enough to turn this entire building—and half the surrounding street—into smoke.Kelvin, Lilian, a
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