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    A few momentster, Elena heard the door to the adjacent room open and close.


    Though sensing Wesley’s foul mood, Elena made no attempt to soothe him. Pulling out her encrypted device—the one she only used for Pantheon work—she opened the group chat. She quickly typed, “Avo, I need your help to locate someone.”


    Elena had been off-grid ever since she returned to the Harper family. No pings. No updates. It was like she had vanished from their radar entirely. So when her name lit up the thread, the group erupted. Avo replied, “El, you’ve finally crawled out of hiding. You’re asking me for help? Seriously?”


    Cyn was quick to follow. “Look who finally remembers us. We were starting to think you’d retired.”


    Then another message from Cyn popped in. “While you were gone, Avo’s been strutting around like he owns the ce. Swears he’s about to knock you off the leaderboard. You seriously need to return and humble this clown.”


    Not one to let that slide, Avo fired back. “Cyn, quit stirring the pot. Don’t act like I’ve ever disrespected El. She’ll always be Pantheon’s legend, and you know it.”


    Even with the teasing, the strength of their bond was impossible to ignore.


    Pantheon wasn’t just a hacker circle—it was a digital fortress built by Elena and Lydia. The team consisted of elite coders scattered across the globe. Face-to-face meetings were rare, but that didn’t matter. They had fought side by side through keyboards and screens. From dismantling dark web markets to breaching criminal empires, their missions bonded them tighter than blood. Over time, trust wasn’t just earned. It was unspoken and absolute.


    Elena wrote, “No time to handle the task myself. I need someone to head to Tauledo for me. Fast.”


    Avo didn’t hesitate. As the first person Elena had ever brought into Pantheon, he understood her urgency without needing the full story. Plus, he was a master tracker. His message hit her DMs within seconds. “Who’s the target? Got any leads to start from?”


    Questions like “why” or “how risky” didn’te up. Between them, details like that were always secondary.


    Elena dropped her mentor’s profile immediately.


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    Avo responded in under a minute, “I’ll keep you posted.”


    Not long after, a new message from Avo pinged through. “El, any clue where Lydia went? She trusted you more than any of us. We’ve all been worried since she disappeared.”


    Elena froze, her thoughts lingering for a moment.


    Ever since Lydia joined the National Security Bureau and handed control of Pantheon over to her, it was like Lydia had vanished from the digital world entirely.


    With the other members of Pantheon still cracking jokes and picking up assignments, Elena had assumed they weren’t too worried. She typed a simple response. “She’s fine.”


    Avo fired back almost immediately. “Knew it. That woman’s harder to kill than a cockroach in a fallout shelter.”


    Letting the phone fall onto the bed, Elena stood up and headed for the bathroom. A hot showerter, she stepped out wrapped in a fresh robe, hair damp and clinging to her shoulders.


    Before she could do anything else, a knock echoed from the door.


    She opened it to find Wesley standing there, his face as neutral as ever. “My room’s out of water,” he said calmly. “Mind if I use your bathroom?”


    Her brows pulled together. That did not make sense. She’d just taken a shower—there hadn’t been any issue. Why would his room be out of water?


    “You serious?” she asked, suspicion flickering in her tone.


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