The mission wasn’t supposed to last more than twenty minutes.

In. Extract intel. Out.

That was the plan.

Plans, you learned very quickly, meant nothing.

The explosion wasn’t big—but it was loud enough to ruin everything. The building shook, alarms screaming, footsteps everywhere.

“Move,” Emilia barked, grabbing your arm and dragging you down a stairwell.

You ran.

Gunfire echoed behind you, too close, too fast.

By the time you made it outside, the extraction point was gone—smoke, fire, enemies swarming the streets.

Emilia slammed you behind cover, breathing hard.

“Extraction’s compromised,” she said into the comm.

Static.

She cursed under her breath and ripped the earpiece out.

Then she looked at you.

“We’re staying put,” she said. “Overnight.”

Your stomach dropped. “Here?”

“Enemy territory,” she confirmed. “Congratulations.”