Chapter 72 Warpath

• The fire still burned behind them, but Amara didn’t look back.
• Berlin’s night air was sharp as a blade when they emerged from the vaults, smoke trailing from their clothes, adrenaline still pulsing hot in their blood. Lucien’s jaw was tight as he scanned the empty street outside the compound. The shadows felt too still, like something had been waiting and missed its moment.
• “Extraction’s five minutes out,” Mira’s voice crackled in his earpiece.