The night air was sharp and cold, biting at their skin as Lin, Keller, and Min-joon crouched low on the rooftop. The dust from the collapsing building still hung over the city block like a choking shroud. Sirens in the distance wailed faintly, but they weren't for them. This was Jin's stage, and every sound, every shadow, felt orchestrated to his will.
Lin's chest heaved as he steadied his breathing. His body screamed for rest, but his mind was sharper than ever. He couldn't let fatigue win now. Not when Jin was watching. Not when every rooftop could become a killing ground.
"Sniper!" Min-joon hissed suddenly, pointing toward a construction crane barely visible through the fog of dust.
The crack of a rifle split the air a half-second later, and a bullet slammed into the concrete inches from Keller's boot. The three of them ducked, pressing flat against the rooftop.
"Shit!" Keller snarled, dragging his rifle close. "They're herding us again, Lin. We can't sit here like ducks."
