The Perfect Revenge
Skyla
The safe house felt alive that night, humming with a low vibration that made the walls groan and the light bulbs flicker as if even the air itself knew something irreversible was about to happen. Taylor sat in the middle of it all, wires tangled around her legs, screens cracked and sparking like broken mirrors, her fingers a blur across the keys. She looked too small for the storm she was unleashing, but she didn’t flinch, didn’t waver.
“Almost there,” she muttered, eyes locked on the code spilling across the monitors. “Ramos’s slick, but arrogance makes people sloppy. He left a back door open.”
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