First message
“Stay with me,” she muttered, gripping his chin and checking his pulse. He was breathing, but barely. The rain had washed away most of the blood, leaving only faint streaks along his neck. She had arrived just in time.As she tilted his head back, she caught the faint glint of something metallic near his collarbone — a microchip, crudely embedded beneath the skin. Her stomach dropped. This wasn’t just a witness. This was evidence. She pressed the ear piece tighter “Retrieved partner, coming.”