The next morning was all business. Y/N and Kuba moved through the safe house with a quiet efficiency, checking their gear and going over the plan one last time. There was no room for mistakes now. If they wanted to expose Ethan Greene and bring him down, they would have to play their cards perfectly.
“Alright,” Kuba said, glancing over at Y/N, his face serious but his eyes holding a flicker of something deeper—a silent reassurance, a promise. “We’ve got one shot at this.”
Y/N nodded, matching his resolve. “We’ve planned every angle. We’re ready.”
With everything in place, they left the safe house under the cover of early morning fog, blending into the throng of people on the city streets. Greene’s headquarters loomed ahead of them—a massive, sleek skyscraper with tinted windows that seemed to stare down at them with a cold, indifferent gaze. It was a fortress, and getting in would require every skill they had.
After a final glance at each other, they slipped into the building. Y/N’s heart pounded as they moved through the lobby, blending seamlessly with the employees and visitors milling about. They made their way to the elevator bank and hit the button for one of the mid-level floors—a safe point that would give them access to the restricted upper floors without drawing attention.
Once inside the elevator, Kuba reached over, brushing his hand against Y/N’s in a quiet gesture of solidarity. Y/N felt a rush of warmth and confidence, knowing they weren’t alone in this. Together, they were unstoppable.
The elevator doors opened, and they stepped out into a hallway that buzzed with the hum of servers and the faint chatter of employees. This floor housed Greene’s tech labs—perfect for finding the intel they needed.
Y/N’s pulse quickened as they scanned the area, spotting an access panel near the end of the hall. “There,” they whispered, gesturing to Kuba.
They moved quickly, slipping into the nearest server room without anyone noticing. Inside, the walls were lined with screens and computer terminals, the hum of data flowing through the machines filling the space. Y/N set up their equipment while Kuba kept an eye on the door, his body tense and ready.
Y/N’s fingers flew over the keyboard, bypassing the basic security systems to access the hidden files on Greene’s network. They scrolled through a maze of encrypted folders, searching for anything that would link Greene to Storm’s Heart.
Just as Y/N hit a breakthrough—a folder labeled “Project Dominion”—they heard footsteps approaching. Kuba glanced back, a flash of concern crossing his face. “Someone’s coming.”
Without missing a beat, Y/N downloaded the files onto a secure drive, fingers moving faster as they kept an ear out for the footsteps growing louder outside the door. They exchanged a look with Kuba, the tension palpable.
The footsteps stopped, and a voice murmured into a radio just outside. “No sign of anyone yet. Keep looking.”
As the footsteps moved away, Y/N breathed a sigh of relief and handed the drive to Kuba. “Got it. This should have everything we need.”
Kuba took the drive, his expression a mix of admiration and relief. “Let’s get out of here.”
They slipped out of the server room and made their way back to the elevator. But as they reached the main floor, a security guard spotted them, his eyes narrowing as he raised a hand to his radio. “Hey, you two! Stop right there!”
Kuba didn’t hesitate. He grabbed Y/N’s hand, and together, they sprinted toward the exit, weaving through the crowd. Alarms blared as security mobilized, but Y/N and Kuba moved like shadows, ducking and weaving to avoid capture.
Once outside, they darted into a nearby alley, blending into the shadows as they caught their breath. Kuba glanced over at Y/N, a wild, exhilarated grin spreading across his face. “That was close.”
Y/N laughed, the adrenaline still rushing through their veins. “You think?”
For a moment, they simply stood there, catching their breath and reveling in the thrill of their escape. And then, without warning, Kuba pulled Y/N close, pressing a fierce, grateful kiss to their lips. It was a kiss filled with relief, with the adrenaline of the mission and the depth of everything that had brought them to this moment.
When they finally pulled back, Kuba’s eyes held a glint of excitement. “We did it,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe.
Y/N smiled, their own heart pounding as they looked into his eyes. “Yeah. We did.”
They took a moment to steady themselves before heading back to the safe house. There, they finally had a chance to examine the files Y/N had downloaded. Together, they pored over the documents, piecing together Greene’s plans. The files were damning—evidence of secret deals, funding trails, and outlines of Storm’s Heart’s operations. It was more than enough to take Greene down.
As they reviewed the final pieces, Y/N felt a surge of pride and gratitude, both for the mission they’d just completed and for the person sitting beside them. They reached over, taking Kuba’s hand in theirs, grounding themselves in the moment.
“We did this together,” Y/N said softly, their eyes meeting Kuba’s.
Kuba’s gaze softened, his thumb gently brushing over Y/N’s hand. “And we’ll keep doing it together. Wherever this road takes us.”
With the evidence secured and their mission complete, Y/N and Kuba knew that the path ahead was still filled with uncertainty. But as they sat there, side by side, they also knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together—stronger and closer than ever.
