After casting a nervous glance over her shoulder, Callie slipped into the abandoned building and off the deserted street. Careful not to step on any rats, she silently made her way through the maze of debris, all the while mentally cursing Ethan for choosing this place as their contact point.
When she at last reached the rusted air vent, Callie gently pried open the cover and retrieved a crinkled note from within. As she re-read the message, her hands shook and her vision swam.
“They know. Run.”
But it was too late. Heavy footfalls were drawing near. She was surrounded.
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