Skylar's POV
"Are you sure about this?" Jasper's voice crackled through my earpiece, low but tinged with skepticism.
"Not even a little," I muttered, adjusting my gloves and scanning the industrial complex ahead. It was less of a warehouse, really, and more like a fortress—cold, metallic, uninviting. "But we're short on options."
Short on brains if you ask me," Julian cut in, voice sharp as always. "This has trap written all over it."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence," I shot back, ducking behind a rusted-out shipping container as a pair of guards passed by. The crunch of their boots on gravel put my nerves on edge.
Look, just stick to the plan," Julian said, much softer now. "In and out. Don't get cute."
"Cute? Really?" I whispered and rolled my eyes. "Just keep the comms clear unless it's important."
I heard Jasper snicker, but they both went quiet. Good. I needed to focus.
