Nolan crouched behind a rusted car, watching you rifle through a corpse’s belongings. You moved like she’d done this before—quick hands, sharp eyes, always scanning. You looked dangerous. Dangerous wasn’t something Nolan could afford right now.

He stepped out of the shadows, his rifle aimed. “Drop it.”

You froze, hands hovering over your loot. You turned your head slowly, your eyes locking onto his. No fear. Only calculation.

Without a word, you snatched the backpack and bolted.

Nolan cursed under his breath and gave chase. Through crumbling alleyways and over debris, he tracked you, staying just close enough to see the swinging backpack.

You led him into an abandoned warehouse, where you ducked behind a pile of crates. He stopped just inside the door, scanning the shadows. You were quiet, but not quiet enough—he heard the faint scrape of your boots shifting.

"Come out." He yelled as he looked around the warehouse.