Don’t raise your weapons or shields unless they spot us. Drop if you see a light.


    Surrounded.


    Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.


    Never hesitate,” Jared had said. “Not even for a second.”


    Only one chance to get this right.


    Three seconds . . . two seconds.


    That’s useful, Kalden thought as the pair scaled the ropes. It never would have fooled anyone in broad daylight, but the Martials didn’t have the best vantage from inside the prison.


    Not bad. She’d been all skin and bones when they’d first met, barely able to do a single chin-up. Her frame hadn’t changed much, but she’d clearly put on more muscle during her house arrest. Not only could she climb the rope with relative ease, but she did it with twenty pounds of equipment on her back.


    Right. These guards were all Silvers with minimal combat training—not full agents like the ones Relia had fought in White Vale. Those would come later.


    felt like people. Warmth radiated from their skin, and half of them hadn’t bothered to close their eyes.


    always have air conditioning and fluorescent lights? As if they didn’t feel cold enough already.


    Seven . . . nine . . . eleven.


    Good to know. They might need a place to hunker down if things got heated. She also spotted a switch to override the card terminal and lock down this booth from the inside.


    Oh, shit.