We had searched multiple locations but no result, it's been over 24hours, our rescue attempts had failed before we even knew it had begun.
That was the brilliance of it, 'The Veil' didn't block us they guided us.
"The signal just lit," Max said sharply. "It's the north of the industrial canal, an abandoned freight hub."
The map flared to life, red concentric rings expanding outward really fast.
It was too fast, too clean, my instincts screamed to take it slow, but the image of Kelly, bruised, bound, defiant, had burned hotter than caution.
"Deploy," I had ordered.
Thorne hesitated half a second. "Sir, this feels staged."
"So, does everything they do," I snapped. "Move."
The convoy cut through Mondrovia sharply, sirens honking in the dark. I sat in the lead vehicle, my jaw clenched so tightly my teeth ached.
