The screen glowed, illuminating a notification that made her pale face turn even whiter.

She stared at it, her fingers trembling slightly.

The screen of Camille’s phone glowed bright blue against her pale skin.

She stared at the notification, her lips parting in silent shock.

“What is it?” I asked, though I knew she would not answer me.

She did not get the chance.

A sudden, deafening crash echoed from the upper level of the warehouse.

The sound of splintering wood and shattered glass reverberated down the concrete stairs.

Camille spun toward the door, her hand instinctively darting inside her designer coat.

Before she could draw her weapon, the heavy metal door of the basement was kicked off its hinges.

The door hit the floor with a resounding clang that vibrated through my teeth.

Two men dressed in black tactical gear stormed into the room, their assault rifles raised.

“Drop the weapon!” one of them shouted, his voice muffled by a ballistic mask.

Camille froze, her hand still tucked inside her coat pocket.

Behind the tactical team walked a woman with sharp features and cold, grey eyes.