As Tony and Atlas continued their conversation about Derrie, I found myself lost in thought, staring blankly at the floor. My mind was racing, filled with the sudden realization of the urgency of the situation. What if the information I had could change everything? The Night Owl headquarters—Linda might hold the key to uncovering the truth.Atlas’s voice cut through my haze, pulling me back to the present. “Lilith?” His voice was soft but firm, causing me to look up. “What’s wrong?”I hesitated, my heart pounding as I tried to find the right words. “It’s nothing,” I finally said, though my voice wavered. I didn’t want to lie to him, but the thought of him being involved with the Night Owl headquarters filled me with unease.Atlas studied me with a keen gaze, his brow furrowing in concern. “Lilith, I can tell something’s bothering you. Please, tell me.”Before I could respond, Atlas turned to Tony. “Tony, if there are any updates, let me know immediately. We need to get to the bottom o
Atlas's tense expression softened at my words. He let out a small sigh and leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Love you too, Lilith. Let’s just get this over with.”We walked downstairs to the room where I kept my weapons, the weight of the situation heavy on both of us. The Night Owl headquarters held many memories, most of them dark and filled with danger. Returning there wasn’t something either of us took lightly.I grabbed my guns from their secure case, checking to make sure they were fully loaded and in working order. Atlas stood by the door, his eyes scanning the surroundings as if he were already on high alert. His protective instincts were in overdrive, and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt for dragging him into this.“Ready?” he asked, his voice calm but firm.I nodded, tucking the guns into my holster. “Ready.”We left the house and got into Atlas’s car, the engine rumbling to life as he started it. The drive to the Night Owl headquarters was mostly sil
I darted across the parking lot, keeping low and using the parked cars as cover. I reached Linda’s car quickly, my heart pounding with a mix of adrenaline and anxiety. The thought of being caught made me tense, but I pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand.I carefully examined the lock on the driver’s side door, retrieving my lock-picking tools from a hidden pocket. With practiced precision, I worked on the lock, my fingers moving deftly. It clicked open with a satisfying sound, and I quickly slipped inside, closing the door behind me as quietly as possible.Inside the car, I crouched down, hiding as best as I could while keeping an eye on the entrance of the parking lot. I checked my watch, noting the time. Atlas had given me a tight window, and I needed to be ready.The minutes ticked by slowly, each one feeling like an eternity. My mind raced with possibilities—what if Linda didn’t come out? What if she got a driver for herself? Just as doubt started to creep in, the entranc
After a brief moment of silence, Linda looked down at her hands, then back at me, her eyes reflecting a deep dismay. “After you and Atlas broke up, we assigned a new spy to protect him. She was good... one of the best. But Atlas turned her away. He said he didn’t need anyone else watching over him.”A sense of disbelief washed over me as I stared at Linda, my mind racing. “So, what happened next?”Linda took a deep breath as if steeling herself for the words she was about to say. “Atlas and Victor came to the Night Owl headquarters one morning. They had a meeting with the boss. After they left, the boss made an announcement that shocked everyone. The $2.5 billion mission to protect Atlas Sharpe was terminated.”My heart sank as the gravity of her words hit me. “Terminated? But why? Why would they do that?”"The boss didn't say," Linda shook her head, her expression pained. “And I don’t know all the details, but the news was devastating. It threw the entire organization into chaos. Man
Atlas drove his black SUV with precision, navigating the winding roads that led to the safehouse. The security measures were intense: guards stationed at strategic points, surveillance cameras covering every angle, and a massive iron gate that swung open only after a thorough inspection.He parked the car and glanced at me, his expression that of concern. "Ready?" he asked, his voice steady but with an edge of tension.I nodded, gripping the handle of my backpack. "Let's do this."We exited the car and walked towards the entrance, where two burly guards in black suits nodded at Atlas and stepped aside. Inside, the decor was minimalistic, almost clinical, and designed for functionality rather than comfort.Tony met us in the hallway, his sharp eyes assessing us quickly. "Follow me," he said, turning on his heel without waiting for a response. We trailed behind him, our footsteps echoing on the cold tile floor.He led us to a staircase that descended into the basement. The atmosphere
Atlas kept the pressure on Derrie's temple for a few agonizing moments, his finger tight on the trigger. Derrie's face was a mask of terror, beads of sweat now running freely down his forehead. The room was silent, except for the sound of our breathing and the quiet hum of the fluorescent light overhead."Wait, wait!" Derrie screamed, his voice cracking with desperation. "I swear, I don't know the name! Jacob called him 'Mr. A'! That's all I know!"Atlas's eyes bore into Derrie's, searching for any sign of deceit. After a moment, he slowly lowered the gun but kept it in his hand, ready to use it again if necessary. Derrie let out a shaky breath, his entire body trembling with relief."Mr. A," I repeated, my mind racing. It was a lead, albeit a vague one. But in this murky world of deception and betrayal, it was better than nothing."Where can we find Jacob?" I asked, my voice firm."I thought he was your partner?!" Derrie looked at me with a look of shock on his face. Then he let out
Humming, I moved around the kitchen with a sense of purpose, though my heart danced with the thrill of preparing something special for him. The sound of Atlas clearing his throat made me turn around, I caught his gaze fixed on me, a tender smile playing on his lips. "Good morning," I greeted him softly."Good morning, love," Atlas replied as he walked over.I focused on the eggs in the pan, the whites just beginning to set as I added a sprinkle of herbs. "I hope you're hungry," I teased lightly, my eyes meeting his as I felt his presence draw closer."I'm always hungry for your cooking," he said with a playful grin, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from my face. His touch sent shivers through me.As I plated the eggs and bacon, Atlas leaned against the counter, watching me with a soft intensity. "You know," he began, his voice turning serious yet tender, "this... being here with you, in moments like this, it feels like everything falls into place."I turned to him, settin
An hour later, I was seated by Atlas in the backseat of his car with Tony driving the car. The address Linda had given us led us to a modest apartment complex with faded paint and overgrown weeds. As we approached the building, Atlas’s hand found mine, offering a comforting squeeze."We’ll stay in touch through the comms," Tony said, breaking the silence. "If anything goes wrong, we’ll be there in seconds."I took a deep breath and squeezed Atlas's hand back, trying to steady my nerves. The apartment complex ahead looked rundown, with peeling paint and cracked sidewalks. It felt like the kind of place where someone could easily disappear into the shadows."Got it," I replied, my voice steady despite the tension. Both Atlas and I got out of the car, and Tony parked it a little further down the street to keep a low profile. The building loomed before us, and Atlas kept close to me as we approached the entrance, his presence a reassuring anchor."We’ll head up to the apartment on the th