The forest to the Old Estate was wrong.
Too still.
Too cold.
Too... expectant.
Roxanne sat in the backseat, eyes half-open, half-calculating, fingers absently tapping the stolen blueprint between her thumb and forefinger.
Cain drove.
Loman scanned the tree line.
No one spoke.
They didn't need to.
The silence spoke for them.
When the road narrowed into a single dirt path, the comms went out at the same instant.
Not static.
Not distortion.
Just—
gone.
Cain muttered,
"That wasn't natural."
"No," Roxanne said softly.
"It was timed."
Loman tightened his grip.
"On us?"
"On me."
They got six meters farther before—
BOOM—!
Something slammed the hood down like a titan's fist.
Metal howled.
Their car skidded sideways, thrown into a violent spin before crashing nose-first into a tree.
Smoke.
Shattered glass.
Silence.
Roxanne was already out the door.
"MOVE!"
Cain and Loman barely dove aside before the car was lifted — tilted — and hurled into the brush.
It exploded in a shower of sparks.
Cain coughed.
"What the hell is—"
Roxanne snapped, "Don't talk. Listen."
The forest answered.
A soft shift.
A breath of weight on leaves.
Four steps to the left.
Three above.
One—
Right behind them.
They scattered.
Good timing.
A blade cut the air where Roxanne's spine had been half a second earlier.
She pivoted, ring flicking open, her blade slicing a clean arc across the attacker's forearm.
No scream.
Just a grunt.
They were trained.
Professionally trained.
But more importantly—
They knew her timing.
She ducked a blow she felt coming before she saw it.
Loman tumbled under a strike, rolling to Roxanne's flank.
Cain blocked a blade with his baton, twisted, slammed the attacker's elbow until it cracked.
Roxanne moved like an echo of herself.
Like someone else already knew her choreography.
Each strike she threw—
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