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Sakura kicked op the door to Zafron's hideout, supporting his weight as they stumbled inside. The room was sparse – just a mattress on the floor, some basic supplies, and a few stol luxuries that spoke of Matilda's occasional presce.

"Easy now," Sakura murmured, helping Zafron onto the mattress. She winced at the sight of his injuries – deep bruises, cuts, and what looked like several brok ribs showing through his torn shirt.

'Damn, that forcer did a number on him,' she thought, her tail twitching anxiously.

"You want to tell me what the hell that was about?" she asked, crouching beside him. "Because last I checked, Area 5 was off the Empire's radar. Way off."

Zafron let out a pained laugh that turned into a cough. Blood speckled his lips. "Yeah, about that..."

[Oh, story time!] Calista chimed in. [This should be good.]

"Shut up," Zafron muttered, th caught Sakura's confused look. "Not you. Just... give me a second."

He took a deep breath, wincing at the pain in his ribs. "Remember wh Matilda and I first showed up here? We wer't exactly forthcoming about where we came from."

"You don't say," Sakura replied dryly.

"There was someone else with us. Mara." Zafron's eyes grew distant. "We were being hunted. Not by forcers, at first. Just bounty hunters. But things...

things got messy."

Sakura's ears perked up as she noticed something strange. The bruises on Zafron's face were fading before her eyes, the cuts slowly knitting themselves closed.

"Keep talking," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "But maybe also explain why you're healing like that?"

Zafron glanced down at his hands, watching a deep gash seal itself. "That's part of the story. We were running, the three of us. The bounty hunters caught up near Drakoria. Mara... she didn't make it."

His fist clched, the strange substance coating his arms rippling with his emotion. "We left a trail of bodies defding ourselves. Most were bounty hunters, but there were civilians too. Wrong place, wrong time."

"Shit," Sakura breathed.

"Yeah." Zafron's voice was hollow. "The Empire doesn't like it wh you rack up a body count like that. Doesn't matter if it was self-defse. They st the forcers after us, and we just... ran. Kept running until we found this place."

[And now they've found us,] Calista added unnecessarily. [Funny how that works.]

"Where's Matilda now?" Zafron asked, pushing himself up despite his healing injuries.

Sakura put a hand on his shoulder, keeping him down. "Last I saw, she was with the Governor. They were heading somewhere private to discuss 'business opportunities.'" She made air quotes with her free hand.

Zafron snorted. "With an forcer on our tail? Fuck the Governor. We need to get her and get out of here before-"

"Before what?" Sakura interrupted. "Before more forcers show up? Before they lock down the whole sector? You really think they care about some prison politician's territory?"

"You don't know these people," Zafron said darkly. "That guy back there? That was just one of them. They'll burn this whole place to the g if they have to."

Sakura's tail bristled. "Th we better move fast. Can you walk?"

Zafron tested his legs, standing slowly. Most of his major injuries had healed, though he was still sore. "Yeah, I'm good. But we need a plan. Matilda won't leave willingly if she thinks there's still profit to be made here."

"Th we don't give her a choice," Sakura said firmly. "Because I'm not letting either of you die in this shithole."

[Oh, I like her,] Calista commted. [Can we keep her?]

Despite everything, Zafron smiled slightly. "Thanks, Sakura. I mean it."

She punched his arm lightly. "Thank me wh we're all safely out of here. Now, let's go get your troublemaking girlfrid before that gre-eyed psycho comes back for two."

'If we're not already too late,' Zafron thought, but kept that worry to himself as they headed for the door.

***

The Governor's private path wound through the upper sector, a route reserved for the elite of Area 5. Matilda walked beside him, her heels clicking against the polished stone – another luxury that separated this area from the grime below.

"My dear," the Governor said, his voice dropping to what he probably thought was a seductive tone, "you must know how accommodating I've be. Everything you've asked for, every... suggestion you've made."

'Here we go,' Matilda thought, keeping her pleasant smile firmly in place. 'The price tag finally shows up.'

"You've be wonderfully supportive," she replied carefully, maintaining just ough distance to be proper without seeming cold. "Your assistance alone has be invaluable."

The Governor's hand brushed against her lower back, and she fought the urge to step away. "Perhaps," he murmured, "it's time I asked for something in return?"

Matilda's mind flashed to Zafron, to their carefully laid plans, to everything they'd built together. But she couldn't afford to aliate the Governor. Not now, not after everything they'd invested.

She turned slightly, letting her gaze drift to the junction below where the air crystal distribution nodes gleamed. "You know," she said thoughtfully, "I've noticed how much you joy it here."

The Governor's eyebrows rose, his previous suggestion momtarily forgott. "Oh?"

"Mmm," Matilda nodded, gesturing to the crystals. "The air quality in this sector is superior to anywhere else in my sector. Your gineering teams did remarkable work."

'Take the bait, you pompous fool,' she thought, watching his chest puff up with pride.

"You should come stay at my residce," he said eagerly, exactly as she'd expected. "I have plty of rooms, and the air filtration there is ev better. You'd be quite comfortable."

Matilda allowed a slight blush to color her cheeks. "Oh, I couldn't possibly! What would people think?" She touched his arm gtly. "Besides, wouldn't that make you more... vulnerable? A beautiful woman in your home – people might see it as a weakness to exploit."

The Governor's face fell slightly, but she saw the logic working its way through his mind. "You always think of my best interests, my dear."

'No, I think of mine,' she thought, but smiled warmly. "Of course. Your position here is too important to risk."

She was about to suggest they discuss the crystal trade routes wh movemt caught her eye. A woman passing by – something about her seemed familiar. Matilda frowned, trying to place her. The fight pit? Yes, she'd be there, watching from the shadows.

'Are we being followed?' The thought st a chill down her spine, but she forced herself to remain calm. 'No, you're being paranoid. This is Area 5 – no one follows anyone here unless they want to d up dead in a gutter.'

Meanwhile, several meters behind them, Maze adjusted her breathing mask, the crystal at its bridge humming softly. Her mind raced as she processed everything she'd observed.

'This is bigger than we thought,' she mused, noting how the guard patrols moved with military precision. 'They've built an actual society here. The Empire will shit themselves wh they realize their prison has turned into a functioning governmt.'

The sound of running feet made her turn. Her eyes wided slightly behind her mask as she saw Zafron and a petite woman with a pink ponytail sprint past her. The urgcy in their movemts set off alarm bells in her head.

'Keep walking,' she told herself, maintaining her casual pace. 'Don't draw atttion.'

But questions burned in her mind. Where was Steele? Had he failed to apprehd Zafron? Or worse...

'No,' she thought firmly. 'Steele's an asshole, but he's tough. It would take more than one hanced individual to—'

She stopped that train of thought, remembering the bodies they'd found in Drakoria. Maybe it wouldn't take more than one, after all.

"Damn it," she muttered, changing direction toward the lower sector. She had to find Steele, whether to help him or... or to recover his body.

Back near the Governor's path, Matilda was working to steer the conversation toward business. "About those distribution routes we discussed—"

A distant crash echoed from the lower sectors, making the Governor frown. "The rabble are restless today," he said dismissively.

"Perhaps we should continue this discussion another time," she suggested smoothly. "You mtioned having some documts to review?"

The Governor nodded, his hand finding its way to her lower back again. "Yes, in my office. Shall we?"

'Great,' Matilda thought sarcastically. 'Out of the frying pan and into the fire.' But she smiled and nodded, her mind already working on escape routes and contingcy plans.

In the streets below, Maze moved swiftly through the shadows, her training taking over. The lower sector was a maze of tunnels and alleyways.

'Hold on, Steele,' she thought, checking her weapon. 'Don't be dead, you stubborn bastard. I'd hate to have to break in a new partner.'

She ed a corner and stopped dead. The alley ahead was devastated – walls cracked and brok, debris scattered everywhere, and a massive hole punched through one wall. The air crackled with residual ergy, and she recognized the distinctive gre glow of Steele's power fading from the wreckage.

'What the hell happed here?' she wondered, approaching cautiously. 'This isn't just a fight – this is a war zone.'

A groan from the rubble made her move faster. "Steele?" she called softly, weapon ready.

"Took you... long ough," came the pained response.

Relief flooded through her, quickly replaced by professional concern. If Steele was this badly hurt, their target was more dangerous than they'd anticipated. And now he was loose in Area 5, with appart allies and some kind of connection to the local power structure.

'This mission just got a lot more complicated,' Maze thought, helping Steele to his feet. 'And I have a feeling we've only scratched the surface of what's really going on here.'

Above them, Matilda walked beside the Governor, playing her role perfectly while her mind raced with possibilities and escape plans. And somewhere in betwe, Zafron and Sakura rushed through, trying to prevt everything from falling apart.

Area 5's carefully maintained order was about to be severely tested.

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