The chill of the night air bit into Isabella's skin as she stood on the rooftop of the office building, her gaze cast down the street below to a road devoid of life. The city was alive with the hum of humanity, none of them knowing of the war she and her team were to undertake. The weight of the plan in her chest seemed to set as her hands closed tighter onto the railing. The trap was set, and all there was left to do was wait for Weber to make his move.
Leon came up quietly, joining her in silence. The tension between them had been palpable since they finalized the details. He looked at her, then down at the street below. "Nervous?"
She breathed out slowly. "Not nervous… just ready for this to be over."
Leon nodded, his face unreadable. "It will be, soon enough. But once it's over, everything changes. No more looking over our shoulders.
