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First-Person POV – Evelyn

6:30 AM – Brooklyn Rooftops

I was still running.

My lungs burned. My legs ached. And my brain was working overtime to figure out a way to lose the bounty hunter on my tail.

Jason Cross.

A professional. A silent, precise tracker.

I had barely managed to dodge two more tranquilizer darts since my last rooftop landing. This guy wasn't playing around—he wasn't trying to kill me.

He was trying to capture me.

And that was so much worse.

Think, dammit!

I vaulted over a rooftop railing, landing hard on the other side. My ankle twisted slightly, but I pushed through the pain.

Jason had been tracking me too well.

That meant he had something on me.

A tracker? A drone? Infrared?

I needed to lose him. Now.

Third-Person POV – Jason Cross

Jason adjusted his HUD display, eyes narrowing.

A heat signature tracker locked onto Evelyn's rapidly moving figure.

She was fast. Stronger than expected.

But she didn't realize one thing—

She was leaving a trail.

Jason calmly reloaded another tranquilizer dart, then pressed a button on his wristband.

📡 Tracker Signal Boost: Active.

This wasn't over yet.

First-Person POV – Evelyn

I needed to disappear.

My options? Limited.

I could try a subway station—too risky.

I could jump into the river—but I'd freeze my ass off.

Or—

I spotted an abandoned shopping centre two blocks away.

Perfect.

Without slowing down, I pivoted mid-stride, changing course.

Jason noticed.

His aim shifted, tracking my movement.

Shit!

I yanked a metal trash can lid off a nearby alley, spinning mid-air and hurling it back at him.

CLANG!

Jason had to dodge, momentarily breaking his aim.

I used that moment to dive into the shopping centre's broken entrance.

Location: Abandoned Shopping Centre – Brooklyn

📍 6:45 AM

The place was a wreck.

Shattered glass. Ripped-up flooring. Old graffiti covering what used to be mall storefronts.

Good. Plenty of places to hide.

I crouched low, moving behind a row of rusted metal shelves from what looked like an old department store.

Then, I closed my eyes and focused.

Heartbeat steadying. Breath controlled.

My Eagle Vision activated—a faint red glow outlining Jason's figure as he moved past the entrance.

He was searching.

But he wasn't rushing.

He was patient. Precise.

He wasn't playing hide-and-seek.

He was hunting.

And I was his target.

Shit.

[Multiverse Chat Group]

👾 Administrator (Me): Okay, guys. I have a bounty hunter on my ass.

🕷️ Peter Parker: WAIT. WHAT.

💀 I'm Not a Bad Slime: Well, that escalated quickly.

⚔️ The Lone Wolf: Situation?👾 Administrator (Me): Tracking me. Heat signatures, maybe something else. I need a way to shake him.

💀 I'm Not a Bad Slime: Try masking your body heat.

⚔️ The Lone Wolf: Get to a cold environment or find a way to disrupt his signal.

👾 Administrator (Me): Mall with broken cooling systems. Will that work?

⚔️ The Lone Wolf: Good enough. Break the vents. Release the cold air.

👾 Administrator (Me): On it.

First-Person POV – Evelyn

I moved quickly, slipping toward an exposed ventilation system.

Old, broken AC units. But the cooling systems still had compressed air.

I ripped open a vent pipe, sending a burst of freezing mist into the room.

Within seconds, the temperature dropped sharply.

The air became dense, fog-like.

Jason's heat vision? Compromised.

I used the cover to move.

Fast. Silent.

By the time he realized what had happened, I was already gone.

Third-Person POV – Detective Marcus Reed

Detective Reed rubbed his temples.

There was a bounty on an unknown girl.

His investigation into Jackson Rourke's disappearance had led straight to Kane.

And now?

There was a leaked hitlist circulating in underground networks.

The mystery girl was on it.

Reed looked over the grainy security footage from the alleyway fight.

Evelyn's blurred face, caught in mid-motion as she dodged a punch from Rourke.

Who the hell are you?

And why does someone want you so badly?

First-Person POV – Evelyn

📍 7:10 AM – Outside My Apartment

I made it back just before sunrise, body aching, but alive.

My heart was still racing, adrenaline slowly wearing off.

I had dodged death once.

But Jason Cross? He wasn't giving up.

I unlocked the door to my apartment, stepping inside—

Only to freeze.

Claire.

She was sitting on my couch, arms crossed.

Her expression?

Not angry. Not scared.

Just frustrated.

"You're going to tell me what the hell is going on," she said.

I swallowed hard.

Well.

Shit.