A chill runs down my spine as I crouch on the rooftop, feeling the cold concrete beneath my fingers. The night air is crisp and electric with tension. Blaze, Aksel, Felix, Griffyn, Rion, and I are huddled together, waiting to catch a glimpse of whatever is going on across the street.
“Can you see anything?” I whisper, my breath condensing into a small cloud in front of me.
“Nothing yet,” Aksel murmurs back. He uses binoculars to scan the area below us with an intense focus that sets my nerves on edge.
He’s healed well in the day since we got him back but he isn’t completely back to normal.
Blaze’s large frame is tense beside me, his brown umber eyes narrowed as he watches the drop site. This is a big deal for him. We are about to get the last information we need to shut this organization down for good. I reach for his hand in silent support, and he gives it a gentle squeeze, never taking his gaze away from the scene below.
Griffyn adjusts the camera in his hands, ready for action. “We’ll get what we need.”
“Here they come,” Aksel hisses, his voice barely audible.
The night air is heavy with tension as we watch the truck pull up to the drop site. The faint sound of metal scraping against pavement echoes through the darkness. My heart races in anticipation, my palms slick with sweat.
“Those guys…” Blaze murmurs, his eyes narrowing in recognition. “I’ve seen them before, at the fighting ring.”
“Same here,” Aksel confirms as he watches intently.
“We need lots of pictures,” Griffyn reminds us as he readies his camera. He snaps a few quick shots, capturing the movement below.
“Can you tell what they’re moving?” Felix asks, his hazel green eyes squinting as he tries to make sense of the blurry shapes below.
“Hard to say,” Rion interjects, his voice tinged with concern. He scans the scene, searching for any hint of what lies beneath the shadows.
As I watch the men unload crates from the truck, their faces partly hidden by the darkness, I can’t help but feel an unsettling knot in my stomach.
This is it, we are almost done. Blaze should be free soon.
“Keep taking pictures,” I urge Griffyn, my voice barely above a whisper. “We need all the evidence we can get.”
“Got it,” he replies, snapping away, capturing every detail he can. With each click of the camera, I find myself holding my breath.
As the last of the crates are moved, we start packing up.
Suddenly, a loud crash echoes through the night air, drawing our attention back to the scene below. One of the crates being loaded onto the truck has fallen, its contents spilling out onto thepavement. My heart races as I realize this might be our chance to see what’s inside.
“Quick, pass me the scope,” I whisper urgently to Aksel, who hands it over without hesitation. I raise it to my eye and focus on the scattered items, my pulse pounding in my ears.
“Supernatural drugs. It looks like wev,” I mutter, disbelief coursing through me as I take in the sight of the substances strewn across the ground. The revelation sends a shiver down my spine, and I lower the scope, feeling a deep unease settle in my chest. “Get pictures.”
Griffyn starts snapping right away.
“Are you sure?” Blaze asks, his eyes wide with concern.
“Positive,” I reply, my voice heavy with dread.
“Let’s get out of here,” Aksel says, his voice wavering ever so slightly. “We have what we need.”
I feel a growing urgency to secure the evidence we’ve gathered. “Griffyn,” I say quietly, my voice tense. “Send those pictures to your computer, just in case something happens to the camera.”
“Already on it,” he replies, his eyes narrowing in concentration as he swiftly transfers the images. His fingers move with practiced ease.
“Done,” he announces, exhaling a breath he’d been holding.
The grim expressions on the faces of Blaze, Aksel, Felix, Griffyn, and Rion mirror my shock and unease.
As we make our way across the rooftop, each step seems to echo endlessly, the sound reverberating through the night like a foreboding drumbeat. My heart races, adrenaline fueling my movements, and I can feel the others’ emotions mirroring my anxiety.
