Mallory found herself pacing the rooftop, the cool breeze failing to soothe her frayed nerves.
Greg joined her, holding a steaming mug of instant coffee. "Can't sleep either?"
"Too much on my mind," Mallory admitted, leaning on the railing. The city sprawled below them, eerily silent yet teeming with unseen dangers. "This place—it felt safe for a while. But now…"
"It feels like a ticking time bomb," Greg finished for her.
She nodded. "We need to check out that factory. If it's everything Ethan and Harper described, it could be a game-changer. But the risk…"
Greg smirked. "Since when have we ever played it safe?"
Mallory chuckled despite herself. "Fair point."
"Don't overthink it," Greg said, clapping her on the shoulder. "You've gotten us this far. We trust you, Mallory. You should trust yourself, too."
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