Krish
The surveillance monitors flickered suddenly, static filling the screens. My heart plummeted into my stomach as an ominous silence filled the van, parked a few blocks away from Max’s hideout where Trisha was supposed to be.
“We’ve lost her signal.”
The words rang hollow in my ears. I fought to keep my composure, but dread and panic clawed at my insides.
“What the hell do you mean we’ve lost her?” I turned sharply to one of my men, who was tracking Trisha on the laptop, unable to mask the desperation in my voice.
“Where’s Trisha’s locator ping? We need to get a fix on her now!
” Ayaan asked him, meeting my wild gaze with a resolute expression, his jaw set in a grim line.
Furiously, I typed furiously on the array of computers before me.
But no matter what I did, Trisha’s tracking data remained stubbornly blank.
My hands clenched into white-knuckled fists.
“They must have found the chip and disabled it somehow,” Ayaan yelled.
My worst nightmare was unfolding right before my eyes—Trisha captured and defenceless in Max’s clutches.
A string of curses erupted from my lips. We were blind, with no way of tracking her location or status. What were they doing to her? Just the thought of that sadistic bastard laying a hand on her made my vision bleed red.
“I have to go in after her,” I growled, making for the exit hatch. But Ayaan’s hand clamped down on my shoulder, halting me in my tracks.
“Not you,” he said in a tone that brooked no argument. Gone was the easygoing friend, replaced by the hardened operative holding me back.
Furious, I nearly shoved him off, but the logical part of me took over as he explained further.
“We need someone on the ground to be our eyes and ears, Krish. I’ll go in,” he added.
Ayaan’s gaze was steely, but I saw the glint of determination there—the same resolve that had pushed us through countless missions together.
“Keep those monitors locked on me.” With that, he tapped the black beaded bracelet on his wrist—a plain decorative piece hiding his standard tracking device. Ayaan turned on his heel and exited the van.
All I could do now was breathe carefully and prepare for the storm that was about to break. I prayed with everything I had that we weren’t too late to save the woman who meant everything to me.