"We lost the package…" she said, her voice flat and empty as she climbed into the back seat.
The guards exchanged heavy glances, tension thick in the confined space.
"What do we do?" one of them asked quietly.
Daniella closed her eyes for a brief moment, forcing her thoughts to steady. When she opened them again, her gaze was sharper, colder.
"I don't know yet," she admitted honestly. "But staying here only invites another ambush. We move first. Find somewhere quiet… then we think."
No one argued.
The engine roared back to life, and the van pulled away from the wreckage, leaving the chaos and failure behind in the rearview mirror.
Silence descended once more, heavy and oppressive.
Daniella stared down at her hands, her mind racing despite the bone-deep exhaustion weighing on her. Something about the ambush felt too precise, too perfectly timed. The sudden appearance of her friend. The exact route. The way the attackers knew precisely what to seize.
