2 — Igi

They reached the rendezvous roof just as the alarm finally blared—someone had found the first body. Searchlights cut the rain into white knives. A twin-rotor helicopter was supposed to be waiting, but the pad was empty.

“I can run.”

The main gate was suicide. Too many cameras, too many heavy-caliber nests. Instead, Jones went vertical. He scaled the drainage conduit with his fingertips, pulling himself up hand over hand until he reached a ventilation shaft. The metal groaned, but the rain swallowed the noise. They reached the rendezvous roof just as the

Jones’s blood turned cold. Compromised. “I can run

“The scenic route,” Jones replied, handing her a pistol. “Can you walk?” He scaled the drainage conduit with his fingertips,

His mission was simple on paper: infiltrate, extract the defector codenamed "Nightshade," and leave no trace of IGI involvement. Simple. But in Jones’s line of work, simple was just another word for everyone’s waiting for you to fail .

Behind them, the Krasny Prison Facility burned—a single, silent monument to a mission that had gone sideways, but not under.