The recruitment facility was a former monastery on the outskirts of Pragueâancient stone walls hiding modern horrors. Lin Mei approached from the north, Viktor from the south, Yuki providing overwatch from a bell tower three hundred meters away.
Twenty-seven children inside. Forty-three guards. The numbers weren't in their favor, but they weren't planning on a fair fight.
"In position," Viktor's voice crackled through the comm.
"Same," Lin Mei confirmed.
"Overwatch ready." Yuki's tone was ice-cold. "I count four guards on the perimeter, two on the roof. Taking the roof now."
Two muffled shots echoed across the night. The rooftop guards collapsed.
"Clear. You have sixty seconds before the patrol cycle notices."
Lin Mei moved.
The monastery's walls were old, crumbling in placesâeasy to scale for someone with her training. She was over the barrier and into the courtyard before the guards realized anything was wrong.
Two more kills. Quick, silent, efficient.
Viktor hit from the opposite side, his massive frame somehow moving with impossible stealth. His knife found three throats before the first alarm went off.
Then the chaos began.
Guards poured from the main building, weapons drawn, shouting in Czech and English. Yuki's rifle spoke from the bell towerâprecise shots that dropped targets mid-stride.
Lin Mei wove through the firefight like a dancer, her blades catching moonlight as they cut through anyone who got too close. Viktor was a battering ram, absorbing hits that would have killed a lesser man while dealing devastating returns.
"The children!" Lin Mei shouted into her comm. "Where are they?"
"Basement level," Jin's voice answered from thousands of miles away. "North stairwell. I'm unlocking the doors now."
Lin Mei fought her way to the stairwell, leaving bodies in her wake. The facility's guards were trained, but they weren't prepared for opponents of this caliber. They expected to terrorize children, not fight killers.
The basement was a nightmare made real.
Rows of cells, each containing a child between the ages of six and fourteen. Some cowered in corners. Others stood at attention, their faces blank with conditioning. All of them wore identical gray uniforms.
Lin Mei's stomach turned. She had worn that uniform once. Had stood with that same empty expression.
"It's okay," she said, though her voice shook. "We're here to get you out."
One of the older childrenâa girl of maybe twelveâstepped forward. Her eyes held a cold calculation that Lin Mei recognized all too well.
"You're Lin Mei. The Crimson Hand's top student." The girl's voice was flat. "You turned traitor."
"I woke up. There's a difference."
"The Surgeon said you would come eventually. He said we should be ready." The girl's hand moved toward something hidden in her sleeve.
Lin Mei was faster. She caught the girl's wrist before the blade could emerge, her grip gentle but unbreakable.
"You don't have to do this," Lin Mei said. "You don't have to be what they made you."
"What else is there?"
"Everything." Lin Mei looked into the girl's eyes. "I know what they taught you. I know how they made you feelâpowerful and worthless at the same time. But there's a whole world out there. A life beyond killing."
The girl's facade cracked. For just a moment, she looked like what she was: a terrified child in an impossible situation.
"They'll find me. They always find the ones who run."
"Not this time." Lin Mei released her wrist. "I promise."
The knife clattered to the floor.
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Extraction took three hours.
They loaded the children into vehicles that Viktor had staged nearby, careful to avoid the response teams that would inevitably be coming. Yuki covered their retreat from various positions, picking off pursuers with methodical precision.
By dawn, they were fifty miles away, hidden in a safe house that Jin had arranged.
"Twenty-seven children," Lin Mei reported via secure comm. "All accounted for. Some conditioning issues, but nothing that can't be worked through."
"Casualties?"
"Thirty-nine hostiles. Zero friendly." Lin Mei paused. "Viktor took a round to the shoulder, but he's already patched up."
"Flesh wound," Viktor's voice rumbled in the background. "Is nothing."
"The facility?"
"Burned. Along with all their records and equipment." Lin Mei allowed herself a small smile. "The Surgeon won't be training anyone there again."
Jin's long exhale crackled through the static. "Good work. The extraction team will rendezvous with you in six hours. We'll get the children to our networkâfamilies, foster programs, whatever they need."
"And us?"
"Head to the Vienna safe house. Rest. I'll have new assignments within the week."
Lin Mei closed the communication and looked around the room. Viktor was propping his wounded shoulder against the wall, already snoring. Yuki sat by the window, rifle across her lap, eyes watching the roads.
And in the corner, twenty-seven children huddled together, sleeping the fitful sleep of the traumatized.
Lin Mei thought about the girl who had tried to kill her. About the empty look in her eyes, the programmed response that had almost ended in tragedy.
That had been Lin Mei, once. That had been all of them.
Some debts couldn't be repaid. Some sins couldn't be forgiven. But maybeâjust maybeâyou could prevent the next generation from inheriting the same curse.
She settled against the wall and closed her eyes.
For the first time in years, she didn't dream of blood.
