Rahim Soft - Part 60 -

Rahim didn’t look up from the glass terminal embedded in the wall. His reflection stared back—older, greyer at the temples, but his eyes still carried that unnerving stillness. The same stillness that had earned him the ghost-name Rahim Soft in a dozen intelligence files.

At seventy seconds, a single gunshot echoed behind them. Not aimed at them—aimed at a junction box. Someone had figured out the frequency’s source. Rahim soft - Part 60

At eighty-five seconds, Mira tripped. Rahim caught her without breaking stride, half-dragging her the last twenty meters. Rahim didn’t look up from the glass terminal