"Let's move! We need to take them out before those rebel scum slip away again!" the young man barked, waving his arm with authority.
One of his teammates glanced over. "Jarek, shouldn't we wait for the other squads to catch up?"
"Wait? Hell no!" Jarek scoffed. "Those Outer Zone rats run like rabbits. By the time the others get here, they'll be long gone and we'll be left chasing shadows."
"Yeah… good point," the teammate nodded, then turned back to the controls, steering the aircraft toward the coordinates.
Jarek's eyes gleamed with excitement, his pulse quickening—not just from the hunt, but from something else entirely. Word was, Aria—the Inner City's number one beauty—was also part of this operation.
Not only was she drop-dead gorgeous, she was the daughter of Claire, one of the most powerful figures in the Inner City. Her family background, her status, her looks—everything about her was top-tier, untouchable.
