The mafia’s captive
Ryder and Spider led the charge to the lower level where the heat signature had marked a single room—reinforced, isolated.
Cassie.
They found her chained, a little bruised, a lot thinner—but her eyes still had fire. She looked up, blinking through the smoke, and whispered, “Took you long enough.”
Ryder sprinted to her side, cutting her free. Widowmaker covered the door. “Move, move, MOVE!”
A trap was triggered. The facility began shutting down around them—mechanical locks, gas vents hissing. But they got out, barely, slipping through tunnels Spider had mapped out, aided by cloaked drones Victor had dropped two days earlier.
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