Panic shot through her, freezing her in place for a second. Her mind was racing with questions. Who was sending these messages? She glanced at the device, but the sender was hidden. She couldn't afford to get lost in thought, not now. Time was running out, and she had to get out of there before whatever threat was closing in caught up with her.
She grabbed her dark hoodie, pulled it on, and adjusted her cap to keep her identity hidden. Sliding on a mask felt like the final step into disappearing. Taking a deep breath, she glanced at the backdoor feed, hoping for a moment to breathe.
Her heart sank when she saw them, four black SUVs parked menacingly right outside. Their sleek shapes were way too close for comfort, confirming her worst fears. The chase was on, and she had to move fast.
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