Twenty seconds now, and the world constricted to the metallic taste of urgency. Malik kept the engine warm with his forearm, eyes scanning mirrors like a prophet scanning signs. Lena checked the escape route—two turns, a bridge that closed at midnight, a back alley with a door that opened to a friendly face. They had padded the margins for this: distractions planned, routes ready, contingencies stacked like playing cards.
Twenty seconds now, and the world constricted to the metallic taste of urgency. Malik kept the engine warm with his forearm, eyes scanning mirrors like a prophet scanning signs. Lena checked the escape route—two turns, a bridge that closed at midnight, a back alley with a door that opened to a friendly face. They had padded the margins for this: distractions planned, routes ready, contingencies stacked like playing cards.