Page 13 of Tag (The Golden Team #9)

Tag

M idnight.

We moved like shadows along the fence line—Gideon’s team to the west, Aponi and I circling toward the back entrance hidden by junk piles and old tires.

The air reeked of oil and rot.

I crouched by the rusted door and checked the handle. Unlocked.

They’d gotten cocky.

I looked at Aponi. “We’re in.”

We split inside like we planned—me to the east corridor to disable the trip wires and cut off reinforcements. Aponi would head north to where Kaylie was being held.

Her eyes met mine for one heartbeat before she vanished into the dark.

I swallowed the instinct to follow her.

Trust her training, Tag.

Trust her fire.

I moved fast through the hallway, the stench of mildew and sweat crawling up the walls. There was a guard posted near the breaker box—sloppy stance, one hand on his phone.

He never saw me coming.

One quick move—arm around his neck, body crumpling silently to the ground.

I flipped the breaker to kill the lights on the south end and jammed the backup generator wires just to make sure.

A scream echoed from somewhere deep in the warehouse.

A girl’s scream.

My blood ran cold.

Please don’t let that be—