The Assassin Alpha's Heir
She blew a massive pink bubble, popped it with a loud snap, and held out her gloved hand without saying a single word.
I slapped the USB into her palm.
Kracker turned to the cleaning cart, pulled out a modified military-grade laptop hidden under a stack of white bath towels, and jammed the drive into the port.
"Link established," Olly reported over the comms, his voice buzzing with nervous energy. "Decrypting transport logs... bypassing the secondary firewall... cloning root directories... thirty seconds left..."
I stood behind the cracked door, holding my breath, my eyes darting between the unconscious brute on the carpet and the empty hotel hallway. Every second felt like an eternity.