(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW)"You’re late, Toby. I told you to meet me at the extraction point ten minutes ago, and you aren't even wearing your gear," Sofia said, her voice tight with a tension that felt like a coiled spring. She stood in the dim light of the sub-level parking garage of the Montague Medical Wing, the air tasting of stale exhaust and ozone. Her eyes, now a permanent, simmering indigo, scanned the shadows behind him. "Where are the transport keys? We have to get to the docks before Klaus locks down the entire Abribi perimeter.""The docks are a graveyard, Sofia. You going there now is just an invitation for the Triad to finish what they started in the warehouse," Toby Montague replied. He stepped out from behind a concrete pillar, but he didn't move with his usual clumsy, eager energy. He was dressed in a sleek, obsidian tactical suit, his hands tucked into his pockets. There was a coldness in his expression that Sofia had never seen before—a look that belonged more
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