Page 39 of Shadowed Vows: Ghost
"I was only away from it for a minute," he growls, more to himself than us. "Just long enough to grab her and get back when those assholes attacked at the warehouse."
Blade nods thoughtfully. "High probability of remote deployment. A projectile delivery system could place such a device from optimal distance. The chaos would provide sufficient cover for deployment."
"Fuck," Ghost mutters under his breath, his frustration evident.
I can't contain my curiosity any longer. My mind races with questions, desperate to understand. "Who has access to tech like that? It must be incredibly advanced."
Ghost's eyes lock onto mine, a clear warning to back off. But Blade answers anyway, his voice low and analytical.
"Very few entities possess such capabilities. The technology exceeds conventional surveillance parameters—military-grade specifications, potentially classified development."
"Frost, report," Ghost barks into his radio.
Frost's cool voice responds immediately. "Negative on visual compromises. Detecting unusual electromagneticsignatures. Consistent with tracker tech. Similar frequency range." His words come in staccato bursts, stripped down to essential data.
Ghost's eyes meet mine, and I see a flicker of... is that concern? It's gone in an instant, replaced by steely resolve.
"We have been compromised," he announces grimly. His jaw tightens as he scans the room. "The safeguards on this place should prevent them from pinpointing our exact position, but pack up. We move out in ten."
My stomach drops as I process his words. I'd been naïve to think we were untouchable here.
The team bursts into motion, their actions perfectly in sync. Each person knows exactly what to do, flowing through their tasks like a well-oiled machine.
I stand there, feeling useless and overwhelmed.
"Ghost," my voice is barely above a whisper. "What does this mean?"
He pauses, his piercing blue eyes locked on mine. "It means we're dealing with a threat far more sophisticated than we initially thought."
He takes a step closer, his massive frame practically engulfing me. "And you..." He hesitates, his gaze intensifying. "You might be in even more danger than we realized."
My stomach drops, but a part of me—the part that's always chasing the next big story—is thrilled.
This is it.This is the story that could blow everything wide open.
"What can I do to help?" I ask, determination overriding my fear.
Ghost studies me for a moment, then gives a small nod of approval. "Stay close. Keep your eyes open. And if I tell you to run, you run. No questions asked."
I start to object, but he raises one eyebrow in challenge. "That's the deal, little hellcat. Take it or I'll lock you in a safe room until this is over."
The threat in his voice is real, but there's something else there too—something that suggests he might enjoy following through on that promise.
I nod, my heart pounding with fear, excitement, and something else I don't want to name.
I stay in the garage, watching as Ghost's team moves with efficient precision. They're gathering equipment, but it's more than what they brought in earlier. My eyes narrow, trying to make sense of the high-tech gear they're loading into a blacked-out SUV.
Looks like it's armored.
Blade circles the vehicles, his movements precise as he conducts another thorough sweep. I admire his calm focus. Meanwhile, my heart is pounding like drums at a rock concert.
Nitro zips around the space with restless energy, checking weapons with practiced hands.
"Think they'll follow us?" he asks, words tumbling out quickly. "Hope so. Been too quiet lately."
"Your definition of 'quiet' concerns me," Saint replies smoothly, his tone shifting from the formality he used earlier to something more casual. He's adapting, I realize—changing his speech patterns to match his audience.
Ghost approaches, his face set in grim lines. He's holding what looks like body armor.
