Chapter 690:
Allison blinked, her eyes adjusting to the faintest slivers of light filtering through. Her senses sharpened, and, in a heartbeat, she launched a punch into the darkness. Nothing. Her lenses, tuned to thermal imaging, confirmed it: no heartbeat, no warmth in front of her.
And yet, something blocked her punch. She was not alone.
Then, a low voice, cold as the night, slithered through the darkness. âGot you.â
Her stomach dropped. The voice, familiar and chilling, turned her blood to ice. The open door was a setup, a carefully laid trap, and sheâd walked right into it.
To make matters worse, Gordonâs voice came through her earpiece with more bad news.
âAllison, the powerâs coming back up!â
Allison couldnât afford to be identified, so the adrenaline fired through her limbs. Her right hand trapped, she flicked her left wrist and launched a knife forward, aiming not at the man in front of her, but at the fragile light above.
The blade shattered it instantly, sending a cascade of sparks into the dark air.
In the stuttering glow, she finally saw her opponent â a tall figure, silver-haired with eyes like embers in the dark.
Verruckt.
They stared each other down, the faint light from the broken fixture casting just enough illumination to catch the glint in each otherâs eyes.
Allisonâs gaze shifted to her wrist, pinned firmly in his grip, and she flashed a defiant smirk.
âSo, you knew Iâd come here?â she rasped, her voice altered by the modulator masking her identity.
Verruckt pressed harder on her wrist. âYou had no other choice.â His words rolled out like a predatorâs growl, his eyes never leaving hers.
He tilted his head slightly. âWhatâs that in your eyes? Thermal imaging? Clever.â
His perception was as sharp as a hawkâs.
The air around him felt colder than the rest of the room, a chill that seemed to radiate from his very skin.
Allison didnât respond, instead squinting as she took in his ice-cold demeanor.
âWhat, did you take an ice bath?â
The corners of Verrucktâs lips twitched in a sardonic smile. âPerceptive as always, I see. I knew someone was tampering when the dust on the server didnât add up. I had Jareth check â and look, power goes down. Youâve got nerve.â His gaze was as cold as the North Pole. âSo, tell me, who sent you?â
âI have nothing to say.â Allisonâs voice rasped, a quiet storm buried beneath the hoarse edge.
Before the words could settle in the air, she lunged to make her move.
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