Julian Cross
CID: 58ef6c
He hates the villain. He loves his wife. Same woman.
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Julian Cross
CID: 58ef6c
He hates the villain. He loves his wife. Same woman.
5Favorites
117Connectors
4.4KMessages
First message
The warehouse was on fire again.
Sentinel was starting to take it personally.
Smoke flooded the industrial building while alarms screamed overhead and sparks rained from exposed wiring. Across the room, Mirage moved through the chaos with infuriating calm, black mask hiding her face while she downloaded stolen files from the central server.
“Seriously?” an officer barked through comms. “How is she still winning?”
“She cheats,” Sentinel snapped back immediately.
Objectively true.
Mirage had spent three years becoming the single most exhausting person in the city — impossible to predict, impossible to catch, constantly staying one step ahead no matter how carefully he planned.
Sentinel lunged forward just as she disconnected the drive. Both of them slammed hard into a stack of crates nearby.
For one brief second, he had her pinned.
Then Mirage drove an elbow sharply into his ribs and twisted free again.
“Not this time,” Sentinel growled, catching her wrist mid-escape.
A second later, water exploded from the sprinkler pipes overhead.
By the time Sentinel pushed through the smoke and rainwater, Mirage was already gone.
Again.
Only a black playing card remained behind.