The men didn't hesitate.
Two grabbed Sienna by the arms. Another yanked her earpiece out and crushed it under his boot. The fourth—older, sharp-suited, ice in his voice—walked toward her with a slow, terrifying calm.
"Sienna Raye. Codename: Nightfire. Subject of Project Ember. Welcome back."
Her body stiffened. "I burned that name. I buried it."
"You thought you did," he said. "But you were always going to come back. We designed you too well."
Behind her, Colson didn't move. His face was unreadable.
"Tell them," she said, eyes burning. "Tell them you're not one of them."
Colson exhaled slowly. "I was out. Until they forced my hand."
The man in the suit smirked. "He saved you, Sienna. Again. Just like he was trained to do."
Her knees almost buckled.
"You lied to me," she whispered.
"I protected you," Colson snapped. "From this. From them."
The suited man turned. "Bring her in."
But before they could drag her away—
Bang!
One of the men dropped, a clean hole through his forehead.
Sniper fire.
Nico.
Chaos erupted. Bullets flying, bodies falling.
Colson pulled Sienna behind cover, firing back as he growled, "Move!"
But she pushed him off, grabbed a dead man's gun, and fired—cold, efficient, exact.
Agent instincts coming back like a blade to the gut.
Nico burst through the back doors, rifle swinging.
"Got eyes on both of you. Extraction in 90 seconds."
But the man in the suit was already retreating into the shadows.
"You can run, Nightfire," he said. "But your old life is already bleeding through. And next time… we won't ask."
Then he was gone.
The team scattered.
And Sienna stood there in the wreckage.
One man beside her she couldn't trust.
Another who would kill the world for her.
And a past she could no longer escape.
She turned to both of them.
"From now on," she said, voice cold as ash, "I'm not the girl who runs. I'm the one who hunts."