The clang of metal gates closing echoed through the dockyard like a death knell. Selene, Calder, Rafe, and Marrow darted between towering containers, shadows chasing them with every step.
"We're running out of time!" Calder hissed, firing a shot at a pursuing operative.
Marrow, surprisingly swift, vaulted onto a crate and peered over the perimeter. "There's a service tunnel here—narrow, but it leads under the compound. If we can reach it, we might escape the lockdown."
Selene nodded, adrenaline sharpening her focus. "Lead the way."
They moved fast, hearts pounding in sync with the sirens blaring overhead. Marrow glanced at Selene. "I'm not your enemy anymore."
She met his gaze. "Maybe not. But trust? That's earned."
The tunnel entrance loomed ahead. As they dove inside, Lina's voice crackled faintly in Selene's comm-link.
"Selene... I found something. Something about my past... and you. Meet me at the safe house. Now."
Selene's jaw tightened. "We'll be there. Stay safe."
As the darkness swallowed them, Selene realized the fight was no longer just against Harrow—it was for the truth, for loyalty, and for the fragile hope of redemption.