Protect

                                    

                                          

Two weeks ago: Loid's POV
This was really worrisome. I know she over-exceeded herself sometimes, but she is one of WISE's strongest spies. To not have any intel on her is strange.
"Loid, are you ready?" Yor asked, her eyes filled with concern. She was fully dressed in her Thorn Princess attire, ready for anything.
"Yes, we need to be cautious. We don't know what we're walking into," I replied, adjusting my tie and ensuring I had all the necessary gadgets. "This mission could be more dangerous than usual." 
Yor nodded, and we headed to the rendezvous point where we were supposed to meet our informant. The location was an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. It was eerily quiet, the only sounds being the distant hum of traffic and the occasional rustle of leaves. As we approached the warehouse, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. I signaled Yor to be on high alert. We entered the building cautiously, our eyes scanning every corner for any signs of movement.
"Loid, over here," Yor whispered, pointing to a small, dimly lit room at the back of the warehouse. We moved silently, our senses heightened.
Inside the room, we found a makeshift office with scattered papers and a map pinned to the wall. It showed Fiona's last known movements, ending abruptly at a red circle marked on the map.
"She was last seen in this area," I said, pointing to the red circle. "We need to find out what happened to her after that."
Yor nodded, her expression determined. "Let's not waste any more time." 
We followed the map's directions, leading us to an old, run-down apartment building. The place looked deserted, but we knew better than to trust appearances."Stay close," I whispered to Yor as we entered the building. Each step echoed through the empty halls, increasing the tension. We reached the apartment marked on the map and found the door slightly ajar. I pushed it open cautiously, revealing a scene of disarray. Furniture was overturned, and papers were scattered everywhere. In the corner, I saw a figure tied to a chair, a bag over their head.
"Nightfall!" I rushed over, quickly removing the bag. Her face was bruised, and she looked exhausted, but she was alive.
"Twilight," she whispered weakly, relief washing over her features.
"Don't worry, Nightfall. We're here to get you out," Yor said softly, carefully untying the ropes that bound her.
"Thank you," Fiona said, her voice hoarse. "They... they ambushed me. I didn't see it coming."
"Who did this?" I asked, my mind already racing with possibilities.
"I don't know," Fiona replied, wincing as she tried to stand. "But they told me that they've come for Test Subject 007..." 
Test Subject 007? What is that? I also found it quite strange how there were no guards or traps, did someone do this on purpose?
"We need to get out of here and get you somewhere safe," I said, helping Fiona to her feet. "Yor, cover us. I have a bad feeling about this."
Yor nodded, her eyes scanning the surroundings with heightened alertness. We made our way cautiously back through the building, every creak of the floorboards and distant sound putting us on edge.As we exited the building, a black SUV pulled up, and a familiar face emerged—Handler. She waved us over urgently.
"Get in, quick!" Handler shouted, her eyes darting nervously around the deserted street.
We hurriedly got Fiona into the vehicle, and I slid into the front seat while Yor took the back, keeping an eye on our surroundings.