The team's eyes locked, the urgency palpable. "We need to move," Kwame said, already heading for the door.
Riyanah nodded, typing furiously on her phone. "I'm sending the coordinates to your phones. Let's go."
They spilled out into the night, racing towards the tech hub. Sirens wailed in the distance, the fire trucks already on their way.
As they arrived, flames licked at the building's edges. The team leapt from the car, scanning the crowd.
Aisha grabbed Amara's arm. "Look."
A figure in a hoodie slipped into the shadows. "The Architect," Zara breathed.
Kwame nodded. "Split up. We'll surround them."
The chase was on, through the burning streets, dodging debris and panicked tech workers.
The figure darted into an alley, and Amara followed, her heart pounding.
The hoodie fell away, revealing a woman with familiar eyes.
"Surprise," she said, her voice cold.
It was Amara's long-lost sister, Adama.