Let’s See If You Boys Can Still Dance In The Dark.

AMARA'S POV

The door to Aiden’s cell practically disintegrated. I didn't burst through it; the door was blasted inward by a shaped charge I'd placed on it minutes ago.

 I stepped through the smoke and dust, wearing a full tactical suit—bulletproof plates, reinforced helmet, and a damn good mask.

 My rig was state-of-the-art; every piece of it was designed to let me see everything while letting them see nothing.

The air was thick with gunpowder, dust, and confusion. 

The moment I entered, I saw them: a cluster of guards, all screaming in the darkness, firing their weapons wildly, aiming...