As Natalie was sealing the last crate, a sharp metallic click split through the silence outside. Her head snapped up. Cassian's gaze met hers, both instantly on alert. "Someone just tripped the mechanism," she whispered. Cassian's expression hardened. "Move faster." They didn't waste another second. Their hands blurred as they cleared the final rows, sweeping every crate, every last weapon, into her storage space. Within moments, the massive warehouse stood empty. Not a single item remained—not even the bombs Cash had hidden there. By the time Cash stumbled in, shivering under a thin blanket and a paper-thin coat, the only things waiting for him were two cold stares and three alert pets. He'd run so fast he hadn't even grabbed a weapon. It was understandable. The warehouse door sat right behind his tent. It was basically his walk-in closet. Who'd bring a gun to grab a coat? The sudden temperature drop had hit like a sledgehammer. It had ripped him awake, his body shaking so violently his teeth rattled. He hadn't even paused to think. All he wanted was to get inside and find something warm to wear. He'd gone through survival training before. He knew that freezing in your sleep was a quiet way to die. If he hadn't been half-awake all night, keeping one ear open for those two Drakorians, he probably wouldn't have made it to morning. But what greeted him wasn't warmth. It was Natalie. And Cassian. And three fur-covered pets staring at him like he'd walked into the wrong house. Cash froze, eyes wide, breath steaming in the icy air. "Where's my stuff?! Where the hell are my bombs?!" He'd already noticed something off while unlocking the traps. The explosives he'd placed had vanished.But it had been so bitterly cold, he hadn't processed it. All he'd wanted was a coat. Investigation could wait. Now it was obvious. Everything was gone. His stockpile, his explosives, his supplies—wiped clean. He hadn't left his tent once. He hadn't even fallen fully asleep. So how had they done it? Was there a secret entrance? Even if there was, how could they move all of it? There were tons of materials here. Even a full moving crew would've needed ten hours. Yet these two had done it in silence. And in mere hours since they separated. His confusion boiled over into rage. "You filthy Drakorians!" he shouted, his voice cracking. "I knew you were lying when you said you needed shelter! Give me back my supplies! Give me my bombs!" Natalie didn't even blink. Her gaze was cold, steady, unbothered. "Stop screaming," she said flatly. "Those supplies were ours to begin with." Her lips curved into a small, mocking smile. "As for your bombs—they're decent. I think I'll keep them." Cash's face flushed bright red. "You can't do that! They're mine! You have no right!" Natalie crossed her arms and scoffed. "You've been eating our food for days. You think that was charity? I'm calling it even. You're not my kid. I'm not feeding you for free." He blinked at her for a moment, stunned, before his fury snapped loose again. His eyes went wild as he lunged forward. "Give them back! Give everything back!" He was freezing, unarmed, and shaking—but rage made him reckless. He did not stop to think.Natalie barely moved. Even wrapped in her thick mink coat, she dodged his clumsy rush with ease and kicked him hard in the chest. The impact echoed through the warehouse. Cash flew back, hit the frozen floor, and let out a strangled cry. Cassian stepped forward before Natalie could waste another bit of energy. She already had a long day. His voice was calm, but his eyes were ice. He grabbed Cash by the collar and punched him once, twice, three times—each hit sharp and efficient. He didn't knock him out, but he made sure it hurt. Then he twisted the man's arm until it popped and kicked his leg until it bent the wrong way. He only incapacitated him. Cassian dropped him like trash and turned to Natalie. She smiled faintly. "Nice job." Then her voice hardened. "Check him. He might still have the detonator." The bombs were worthless without it, and she wasn't about to leave anything behind. Cassian crouched beside the moaning man, but before he could start searching, Lucky trotted over, tail wagging like a drumbeat. Her eyes gleamed with excitement. Let me do it. I've got this. Cassian chuckled and stepped back, patting her head. "All yours." Lucky sniffed Cash from head to toe, circling him with practiced precision. Then she stopped, pressed her nose to his jacket, and tugged something out of the inner pocket. Cash groaned through swollen lips, glaring at them. Rage burned in his eyes. And she said my guys were lapdogs, he thought bitterly. Her own are worse. Natalie took the detonator from Lucky and turned it over in her hand. It had six buttons—five small ones surrounding a single large one in the center. Her gaze sharpened as she studied it. "The small buttons trigger the traps and side bombs," she murmured. Her thumb hovered over the big one. "And this one … this must be the master switch. It sets everything off at once."