The cliffs roared with the fury of the ocean, waves crashing violently against jagged rocks far below. You stumbled up the narrow path, clutching the crimson folder to her chest. The storm tore at your hair, whipped rain into your face, but you kept moving. You had to reach Jake. Gunshots cracked in the distance, echoing through the night. Your breath hitched. They were closer than you thought.

"Hey!"

Jake's voice was a lifeline, cutting through the chaos. You turned and saw Jake emerging from the shadows, his gun drawn, his sharp eyes scanning the darkness. He looked like a storm himself—wild, dangerous, unstoppable. "You’re late," he growled, grabbing your arm and pulling you toward the lighthouse.

"I didn’t exactly take the scenic route," you shot back. "Do you have it?" You thrust the folder into his hands. "Everything. Names, accounts, locations. Enough to burn them to the ground."

Jake flipped it open, scanning the contents with lightning-fast precision. Then he looked at you, his face hard. "You’re insane for coming here."

"They would’ve killed you without it," you snapped.

"They’ll kill you for having it," he countered. But for him you'd do anything.