The monitor flickered as Lorenzo's voice echoed in the room.
"You've got twelve hours, Damien. No tricks, no backup. Come alone, or she dies."
Mira's bloodied face filled the screen for a moment before the feed cut out, replaced by static.
I turned away, hands clenched into fists. The others were silent, waiting for me to speak.
"Track the signal," I ordered Sofia, keeping my voice steady.
"It's bouncing," she said, already typing furiously on her laptop. "But I'll pin it down."
Nico stood at the door, arms crossed. "You know it's a trap."
"Of course it is," I snapped.
Axel leaned forward. "So, what's the plan?"
"We play along," I said, my mind racing. "But not by his rules."
An hour later, the room hummed with subdued urgency. Maps and schematics spread across the table, each marked with possibilities and risks. Sofia pointed to the screen.
