The aftermath of the train station ambush left more than bullet holes—it left a shift in Sienna.
She no longer flinched when she loaded a gun.
No longer hesitated before giving an order.
She wasn't just surviving now. She was strategizing.
"I want the names of everyone tied to Ember," she told Nico, standing over a map lit by flickering lamplight. "Asset handlers, financiers, ghost operatives. We take them one by one."
Nico watched her like a soldier watches a rising general—equal parts loyalty and awe.
Colson leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, his eyes shadowed. "Going after them means you put a target on your back. Again."
"I was born with that target," Sienna replied. "Now I'm turning it into a weapon."
She marked a red X over a location on the map: Prague.
Intel from Nico's contact had revealed a lead—a courier carrying a classified Ember ledger. Names. Codes. Protocols.
Their first real crack in the wall.
The trap this time? Hers.
Sienna slipped back into the red dress—but now it was armor, not allure.
In Prague, she walked into the club like a firestorm with a heartbeat.
Eyes followed her.
Whispers curled through the air.
Colson and Nico shadowed her in the crowd—close, invisible, lethal.
At 11:04 p.m., the courier arrived. Alone. Confident.
Sienna slid into the booth across from him, legs crossed, smile razor-sharp.
"You don't know me," she said.
"But I know what you're carrying."
He laughed. "And you think I'll just give it to you?"
She leaned forward, eyes gleaming.
"No," she whispered. "I think you'll trade it… for your life."
And under the table, the sharp click of her pistol echoed like a promise.