The sudden, quiet feeling of victory was ripped away in an instant.
Just moments before, they had been watching their plan succeed on the laptop screen. They had felt like heroes. But the sight of a sleek, black car sliding silently down their street—a street that was supposed to be secret—was like having a bucket of ice-cold water thrown on them. The thrill of seeing OmniCorp's stock price fall and their hashtag trend online vanished completely. In its place was a raw, stomach-twisting fear. They were prey, and the hunters had found them.
"They're here," Silva said again, his voice low and rough. He was already in motion, his soldier's instincts taking over as he grabbed their heavy duffel bag. "But how? We were so careful! How did they find us this fast?"
