Caleb gave Jack a hard look before continuing down the hall. "She's coming with us. Don't follow unless you want to end up like her team."
Victor held Jack back as Rico and Caleb disappeared around a corner. "You're not ready, Jack!" Victor hissed.
"I can't just let them take her!" Jack snapped.
Victor's grip tightened. "Think, Jack! We need a plan, not a suicide mission."
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Chloe groaned as she regained consciousness. Her wrists were bound behind her back, and the room was dimly lit, with shadows dancing on the walls from a single flickering bulb.
"Finally awake," Rico said, leaning casually against a table.
Chloe glared at him. "What do you want?"
Rico smirked. "Oh, it's not what *I* want. It's what Caleb wants."
Caleb stepped into the light, his shirt splattered with dried blood from the earlier fight. He crouched in front of Chloe, his face inches from hers.
"You're feisty," Caleb said. "I like that."