chapter 70

Emily sat in the briefing room, her nerves taut. They were going after Diego Alvarez, a drug lord whose influence had spread too far. Her mission was clear: go undercover as a buyer, gather intel, and get out. Kamsy and Amy would provide backup from a distance.

"Remember," Emily said, "no heroics. We get the info and get out."

They all nodded, the gravity of the situation clear. Emily had done this before, but something about this mission felt off. Still, there was no turning back.

The night was dark as they approached the warehouse. Emily adjusted the wire under her shirt, listening to Kamsy's and Amy's check-ins through her earpiece. The warehouse loomed ahead, its shadowy form a reminder of the danger inside.

Emily walked up to the entrance, flashing fake credentials at the guard, who let her in with a grunt. The interior was as she expected: dimly lit and full of crates and barrels. She moved carefully, aware of the guards and cameras.

"You're doing great, Em. Just a little furthe