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Chapter 3 - CHAPTER 3 – ECHOES OF THE HUNT

The shipping container safehouse trembled as chopper blades thundered overhead, their searchlights slicing through the cracks in the rusted walls. Kara crouched low, her breath shallow, every creak of the metal amplifying her dread. Ghost's glowing eyes darted to a monitor, its screen flickering with heat signatures closing in—OmniCorp's kill squad, relentless and precise. "They're not stopping," Ghost whispered, her voice tight. "They've got your blood on their scopes."

Kara's mind spun. Marcus's betrayal gnawed at her—had he fed them her location too? The datachip's broadcast had lit a fuse, but now she was the target, a hunted animal in a cage. She gripped a scavenged stun baton, its hum a faint comfort. "We need an exit," she hissed, scanning the container's shadowed corners.

Ghost tapped her tablet, fingers trembling slightly—a rare crack in her cool facade. "Back tunnel's our only shot, but it's rigged with pressure sensors. One wrong step, and we're ash." The stakes tightened as a muffled explosion rocked the ground outside, debris clattering against the walls. The squad was breaching the perimeter, their boots pounding closer.

They moved fast, Ghost leading with a hacked drone feed on her screen, its shaky view showing enforcers fanning out. Kara's ribs throbbed, but adrenaline drowned the pain. The tunnel loomed ahead—a narrow chute lined with glowing tripwires. Ghost disabled the first sensor with a pulse from her tablet, but a second wire blinked red, its timer counting down from ten. "Run!" Ghost shouted, shoving Kara forward.

The tunnel became a gauntlet. Each step felt like a trigger, the air thick with the whine of drones overhead. A laser beam grazed Kara's shoulder, searing her jacket, as an enforcer's voice crackled through a speaker: "Surrender, Vance. No escape." Her heart pounded—she recognized that voice. Lena. The betrayal stung deeper, her former friend now a predator on her trail.

Halfway through, the trap sprang. An explosion rocked the tunnel, collapsing the entrance behind them and sealing their path. Dust choked the air, and Kara stumbled, catching herself against the wall. Ghost cursed, her tablet dead from the blast. "We're boxed in," she gasped, but her eyes narrowed with defiance. "Unless…"

A hidden panel clicked open under Ghost's probing fingers, revealing a crawlspace. They squeezed through, the space tightening around them, every scrape of metal a potential alarm. Kara's mind raced—Lena's voice had been too close. Was she already inside? The crawlspace ended at a vent, its grate trembling as footsteps echoed below. Peering through, Kara saw Lena's cybernetic arm glinting, her face a mask of cold resolve as she barked orders to her team.

The suspense peaked as Kara's comms crackled to life—Marcus. "Kara, I didn't sell you out. They tapped my line. Get to the old dockyard—backup's waiting." Doubt clawed at her, but the urgency in his voice felt real. She signaled Ghost, who nodded, silently agreeing to trust the faint hope. They dropped into the shadows, evading Lena's patrol by a heartbeat, her enhanced hearing missing their muffled breaths by inches.

The dockyard loomed ahead, its skeletal cranes casting jagged shadows under a stormy sky. A figure waved from a rusted boat—Marcus, his limp more pronounced under the weight of guilt. But as they approached, a sniper's laser dot flickered on his chest. "Ambush!" Kara yelled, tackling Ghost as a shot rang out, splintering the dock. The boat exploded in a fireball, Marcus's scream cut short. Lena emerged from the smoke, her cybernetic eye locking onto Kara. "End of the line," she said, raising her arm-cannon.

Kara and Ghost dove for cover, the dock erupting in gunfire. The chapter closed with Kara clutching the stun baton, her green eyes blazing with fury and fear, knowing Lena's next move could be her last. The city's neon reflected off the water, a cruel witness to the hunt closing in.

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