Too organized.
Sentinel found us again.
I grab Hannah’s wrist and pull her toward the balcony doors—
then stop cold.
Because standing in the fog below the vineyard—
directly beneath the balcony—
are three men in black tactical gear.
Watching us.
Not shooting.
Waiting.
One of them slowly lifts a phone toward his ear.
Then smiles up at Hannah.
And says loudly in perfect English:
“Director Wu says if you come willingly…Vincent lives.”
Oh hell no.
56
Hannah
Oh God.
No.
The fog curls around the vineyard below like smoke while the three Sentinel operatives stand perfectly still beneath the balcony.
Waiting.
Watching.
Like they already know exactly how this is supposed to go.
Clay steps fully in front of me instantly.
Protective.
Deadly.
His rifle comes up without hesitation.
“You’ve got five seconds to disappear.”
The man below barely reacts.
Which somehow makes him scarier.
