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It's not just words; it's a vow coming from a man who's all about honor and commitment—a man who has seen darkness but still believes in the light.
17
SASHA
The walls of the safe house's living room are barely visible, hidden behind a tapestry of maps, photographs, and hastily scribbled notes. The air is thick with the smell of coffee and the electric hum of determination. I navigate the space, careful not to disturb the delicate balance of organized chaos.
Axel stands at the epicenter, his broad shoulders hunched over the central table. His fingers trace invisible lines across the map of Pine Haven, his brow furrowed in concentration. Derek and Sophia flank him, their postures mirroring his intensity.
I clear my throat, announcing my presence. Three pairs of eyes snap up, locking onto me with laser focus.
"Sasha," Axel greets me, his voice warm but laced with an undercurrent of tension. "You're just in time."
I step closer, my gaze sweeping over the table. It's a sea of red marker circles and cryptic notations, a puzzle waiting to be solved.
"What am I looking at?" I ask, trying to make sense of the madness.
Sophia speaks up, her voice calm and clear. "Potential locations for a confrontation with Damian. We've been analyzing the layout of Pine Haven, looking for an ideal spot."
She points to a cluster of buildings on the northern edge of town, each one marked with a red asterisk. "These are the old warehouses. They've been abandoned for years, but the structures are still sound. Plenty of open space, limited access points, and good sight lines for surveillance."
I lean in, studying the map more closely. The warehouses are isolated, set back from the main road and surrounded by a thick cover of trees. It's the perfect place for a trap.
Derek chimes in, his voice gruff. "I've already scouted the location. The perimeter is secure, and there are multiple vantage points for sniper support if needed."
My heart clenches at the word "sniper," a stark reminder of the danger we're facing. But I push down the fear, focusing instead on the steely resolve in Derek's eyes.
Axel nods, his gaze still fixed on the map. "Good. What about camera placement?"
Derek retrieves a transparent overlay, laying it across the warehouse schematic. It's a web of red dots, each one representing a camera.
"We'll have eyes on every angle," he explains, tracing the lines of sight. "No blind spots. If Damian so much as twitches, we'll know about it."
I watch as they work, marveling at the precision of their planning. It's like watching a choreographed dance, each movement perfectly timed and executed.
Sophia turns to me, her eyes softening with concern. "Sasha, are you okay with this? Being the bait?"
I take a deep breath, squaring my shoulders. "At this point, I'm okay with whatever it takes to end this. I trust you all to have my back."
Axel's gaze snaps to mine, his blue eyes blazing with intensity. "Always," he promises, his voice rough with emotion.
The moment stretches between us, heavy with unspoken words. But there's no time for sentiment, not now. We have work to do.
I clear my throat, breaking the spell. "So, what's next?"
Axel straightens, his commander mask slipping back into place. "We need to lure Damian out. Make him think he's got the upper hand."
Sophia nods, her fingers drumming thoughtfully on the table. "We could use Sasha's social media. Post something that hints at her location, make it seem like she's alone and vulnerable."
I feel a flicker of unease at the thought of baiting Damian so publicly. But I trust Sophia's judgment. She knows how these twisted minds work.
"Okay," I agree, my voice steady. "What should I post?"
Sophia pulls out her phone, her fingers flying across the screen. "Something simple. A photo of you in Pine Haven, maybe at a local landmark. Caption it with something about needing a break from the spotlight."
I nod, already mentally composing the post. It feels wrong, using my platform to deceive. But if it helps bring Damian down, it's worth it.
Derek shifts, his eyes narrowing. "We'll need to be ready to move as soon as he takes the bait. Have a tactical team in place, weapons hot."
