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Arias was jolted from a deep sleep by the insistent ringing of his phone. Disoriented, he blinked against the soft glow of his apartment's dimly lit room. The remnants of the movie they had been watching flickered on the screen, casting moving shadows across the living room. He rubbed his eyes and stretched, ready to silence the relentless call.
As he attempted to push himself up, a gentle weight on his chest kept him anchored to the couch. He glanced down and found Jenna, nestled against him, her dark hair spilling across his shirt. A wave of warmth washed over him; they must have fallen asleep mid-movie. Arias smiled fondly, touched by how peaceful she looked.
With a careful touch, he slid his arms beneath her, cradling her as he maneuvered to stand. There was something magical about holding her like this, knowing how comfortable she was in his presence. He walked across the living room thick with the remnants of the past evening—popcorn on the table, the low hum of the television fading into the background.
He gently carried her into his bedroom, where the moonlight poured through the window in soft beams, illuminating the familiar space. As he laid her down on the plush comforter, he stayed for a moment, admiring the serene expression on her face. She looked so tranquil, lost in dreams that seemed far away from the chaos of everyday life.
Just as he began to step away, his phone chimed again, breaking the spell of the quiet moment. He turned his attention to the device, frowning at the screen. It was Jesus calling. He sighed—unfortunately, work rarely waited, even at the most inconvenient times. He wanted to ignore it, but he knew he had responsibilities that couldn't be dismissed completely.
Glancing back at Jenna one last time, he whispered a silent promise to keep the conversation quick but he knew that not be the case. He stepped into the hallway, giving her the peace she deserved. As he answered the call, Arias couldn't help but feel a pang of regret that this interruption had disturbed their cozy evening together.
"The dog got out, come home," Jesus voice came through, sounding more urgent than necessary. Arias face frowned he didn't say a word he hung up the phone knowing what that meant, he looked into the room to see Jenna sleeping still he knew he had to make this quick to get back her before she woke up.
Arias rushed through the dimly lit alley, his mind going a mile a minute. The weight of Jesus's words hung heavy in the air—someone was talking to the FBI, and that someone was a traitor. He couldn't let that happen; the consequences were too dire. he couldn't afford to lose everything he had built.
As he pulled into the back of the warehouse, he scanned the area, instinctively checking for any signs of danger. It felt like an eternity before he finally stepped out of his car, the air thick with tension. The flickering fluorescent lights of the warehouse cast eerie shadows across the ground as he approached the entrance.
