Ava moved fast, her boots striking the pavement in even, measured steps. The sooner they put distance between themselves and Level One, the better.
Lucas followed without argument, but she could feel his gaze on her—assessing, amused, unreadable.
She ignored it. Tried to.
Her system was still running its calculations, processing variables she couldn't see yet. Jessica was dead, Angel would know soon, and the moment she did—the hunt would begin.
Ava exhaled, voice low. "You have an extraction point?"
Lucas chuckled. "You wound me, Beauty. Of course I do."
Ava gave him a sharp look. "And you were going to tell me when?"
Lucas tilted his head, mock innocent. "You looked busy."
Ava rolled her eyes, but her system interrupted before she could fire back.
[ROUTE UPDATE: DETOUR REQUIRED.]
A blinking marker shifted on her mental map. Four streets down, cutting through an abandoned lot.
