Back in the bedroom, Josiah’s expression soured.

Amiee quirked an eyebrow, “What’s wrong? Did you run out of steam, see things, and get your hopes up for nothing?”

Josiah was scrutinizing his phone, his brow furrowed. He showed it to Amiee, “It’s a mission straight from the boss, take a look!”

Amiee glanced at the screen, her face tensing. She tossed the phone aside and turned to rummage for her clothes, “We need to find her!”

Josiah leapt from the bed, dressed in a flash, and grabbed the car keys.

The early winter night was chilly as Josiah sped through the streets of J City, his car slicing through the cold like lightning.

Upon reaching Sunset Ridge, Amiee called Estelle.

Estelle’s calm voice came through the phone, “Come on up!”

At the top floor, Estelle was waiting for them outside the elevator. Instead of ushering them straight inside, she led Amiee to the apartment opposite and tapped on a black screen mounted on the door, “Quit playing possum, get out here!”

feigned yawn, “You rang,

chuckled, turning to Amiee, “This little gadget’s wired to Jonathan’s place, keeps an eye on my pad. You’re gonna wipe its memory of seeing you guys come over and put it to sleep for

as she

loudly, “No way, no

“Make

phone, and a four-dimensional keyboard popped up on the screen. She began the delicate task of hacking into Dragon’s system, erasing its last five minutes of

it collapsed with a “thump,” snoring in

with a nonchalant, “Done

gravely, “You

into her place, “We’ll

handed them water and began, her voice even, “I took the mission on my own. If I need help,

to take this one? The Citadel, you never take jobs from there, forbade us to even think

Citadel was Tripe’s most feared and chaotic domain, a heaven and hell for mortals. No ordinary soul

nodded, “Yes, it’s

you have other reasons,

him anyway, and then

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