That bitch has been playing us?

Venna and Maureen sat side by side in their small, dimly lit office, eyes fixed on the flickering screen. The message from Amethyst had just appeared, and both women felt a shiver run down their spines as they read it.

Venna broke the silence first. "This isn't good. She's in more danger than we thought."

Maureen nodded, her expression tense. "We need to move quickly. She wouldn't ask for this if it wasn't urgent."

Without wasting another moment, they began to plan. Venna took charge of the logistics, arranging safehouses and coordinating with trusted contacts who could move discreetly. Maureen focused on the execution, mapping out routes, and ensuring they had everything they needed for a swift and silent operation.

"Let's go," Maureen said, standing up and grabbing her coat. "We don't have much time."

The journey to find Amethyst's mother and aunt was fraught with tension. They moved like shadows, careful to avoid any attention. They navigated through alleyways and back roads, using