Hard Time for Bree
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As Mathis descended the stairwell to execute his mission, Bree found herself navigating a different kind of battlefield. With a practiced hand, she maneuvered the garbage trolley through the dimly lit office lobby, its innocuous contents serving as a deceptive cover for her covert actions. Her mind was a steel trap of focus, repeating the mission objectives: gather critical data, ensure extraction, and leave no trace. She glanced at the list on the wall—11th floor. Bree pressed the elevator button, tension coiling in her gut. Every step mattered. This wasn't just about her—Mathis was counting on her.
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The elevator ascended with a quiet hum, its reflective walls bouncing back Bree's image—a calm exterior masking the adrenaline beneath. She straightened, taking a breath. She had to think like Mathis—stay two steps ahead, anticipate every move. As the doors slid open, Bree was greeted by a scene of organized chaos. The office floor buzzed with activity—workers hunched over their desks, illuminated by the soft glow of monitors displaying streams of data and intricate analytical graphs. The ambient sounds of clicking keyboards and low conversations created a seemingly normal environment.
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Bree glided the trolley forward, moving with a practiced ease that allowed her to blend seamlessly into the background. Her eyes flicked across the room, absorbing the layout. Her target, Eva, was here somewhere. In and out, Bree thought, recalling Mathis's tactical advice—don't linger in the open. Timing is everything.
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Suddenly, the veneer of normality shattered as every computer screen flickered, overtaken by a glaring red error message. The office atmosphere shifted from routine to crisis mode in an instant—people jumped from their seats, shouting in confusion. Bree's heart raced, but she didn't falter. She scanned the chaos for any sign of her target, adrenaline heightening her focus.
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Her eyes fell on Eva, a stern-faced woman whose authoritative presence cut through the confusion. So, that's the woman Mathis warned me about. Ruthless. Calculating. Eva's expression was a mask of control, her purposeful stride commanding attention.
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"What in the world is happening?" Eva demanded, her voice sharp and commanding.
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A young man with glasses, his face pale with fear, stammered, "There's a major malfunction with the main servers. Everything's down!"
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Eva's eyes narrowed. "You have one chance to fix this. If not, you'll answer to me. I'm not someone you want to cross."
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The young man stammered, "We're working on it. The system was—"
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"Fix it immediately," Eva interrupted, her voice cold. "Or I'll take the laptop with me."
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Bree's pulse quickened. If the system was restored, the potential consequences could be disastrous. If Mathis were here, he'd tell her to strike now, before the situation spiraled. She had to act with precision.
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As she maneuvered through the chaotic scene, Bree's movements were deliberate and calm, her eyes locking onto a woman engrossed in a phone call, a laptop open and vulnerable on her desk. Bree approached with practiced nonchalance, lifting the laptop under the guise of cleaning the area. One more piece for the puzzle, she thought. This might have what Mathis needs.
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Her peripheral vision caught sight of Eva's keen gaze shifting from Bree to the woman on the phone. Damn, she's watching me. Stay calm. Bree's instincts flared; time was running out. With her gun discreetly drawn, she moved closer to Eva, her voice a dangerous whisper. "It's time to leave."
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Eva's initial shock was palpable. Bree pressed the cold metal of the gun against her back, using her as a human shield. No mistakes now. Every move had to be calculated. With precision, Bree guided Eva towards the elevator, the room around them erupting into a crescendo of shouts and frantic typing.
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"What do you think you're doing?" Eva spat, her voice laced with anger. "You can't escape. There are guards everywhere!"
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Bree's smile was calm but steely. "Don't worry. I've got this under control."
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Eva's eyes widened in recognition. "Did you work with Mathis? He's quite fond of me. I'll have him deal with you."
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The mention of Mathis's name caused a flash of frustration in Bree. Fond of her? Hardly. Mathis had warned her about Eva's manipulations. Bree's grip tightened on the gun. Without warning, Eva shoved Bree against the cold, unforgiving elevator doors, her elbow striking Bree's chest and causing her to stagger. Bree's grip on her gun wavered, but her training kicked in. Stay focused, she reminded herself. Mathis wouldn't lose composure—neither would she.
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With a fluid, practiced move, Bree twisted the situation, overpowering Eva and pressing her against the wall. She delivered a swift, decisive blow to Eva's thigh. Eva grunted in pain, but Bree knew it wasn't over yet.
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Suddenly, gunfire erupted across the office. This wasn't part of the plan. How did they get compromised so fast? Bree dove into the elevator, but in her haste, the laptop slipped from her grasp, tumbling outside the doors. Bullets whizzed past, their sharp reports echoing through the hallway. She reached for it instinctively but pulled back, the gunfire too close. She slammed the button, sending the elevator doors sliding shut with a metallic clank.
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Just as the doors began to close, Eva's hand jammed between them, and a grim-faced man with a gun forced the doors open. Bree's eyes widened—Mr. Sha. The Shadow Front's enforcer. Mathis had mentioned his name in a dossier. Ruthless, unforgiving. This just got worse.
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Eva's gaze was a mixture of rage and ruthless determination. "Mr. Sha," Eva's voice was cold and commanding, "take this woman to my office. We will deal with her there and summon Mr. Kristensen. His attempt to rescue her will be his undoing."
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Bree's mind raced. Eva knows about Mathis's involvement. This was bigger than she thought. As she was dragged out of the elevator, her heart pounded with urgency. The stakes had never been higher. Her escape route was compromised, and the mission's success hung by a thread. Think, Bree. Mathis is coming. But if you don't handle this, he's walking into a trap.
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The office was now a cacophony of chaos and gunfire, the once-familiar surroundings transformed into a dangerous trap. Bree needed to survive, not just for her own sake, but for Mathis. Her resolve hardened. The fight was far from over, and she'd turn the situation in her favor. She had to—failure wasn't an option.
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