Chapter 12 - The Midnight Rain.
A violent thunderstorm had rolled in over the city, unleashing a torrential downpour.
The rain instantly soaked Elara's dress, pasting her dark hair to her face.
The helipad was illuminated by harsh, flashing strobe lights that cut through the sheets of rain.
She could hear the distant, rhythmic thud of helicopter rotors approaching.
But as she stepped fully onto the roof, a shadow detached itself from the air conditioning units.
It was a lone assassin, heavily armored and wielding a long curved blade.
He didn't wear syndicate colors; he was something else entirely.
The board members must have sent their own cleaner to ensure Marcus left no loose ends.
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Elara raised her gun and pulled the trigger, but it clicked empty.
She tossed the useless weapon aside and drew the combat knife she had taken earlier.
