When we finally walk up to our destination, it's not what I'm expecting. The building looks like a night club, and by the loud music and the long line of scarcely dressed people standing out front, my assumptions were correct.

"Euphoria?" I question, raising my eyebrows at Freya.

She rolls her eyes and shakes her head at the building.

"It's a front for one of Jasper's money laundering businesses, but it actually operates as a functioning night club on the weekends."

"Isn't this kind of a... public spot for a confrontation?"

I was half expecting another cargo ship or abandoned warehouse. Somewhere far enough off the grid, where gun shots and body bags won't sound any alarms.

"Not if Jasper owns it. It gives him enough deniability if things go south for him, and besides, there are so many secret rooms and hidden hallways in there, even Narnia would be impressed. No one will hear or see anything."

I let out a deep breath and take a step forward.

"I guess we should get going then. Lead the way."

She doesn't walk through the front door like I expected. Instead, she walks around to a single door in the back of the building, her eyes darting back and forth suspiciously as she surveys the area.

"Do you know where we're going?" I question her, looking back towards the front of the club.

Freya pauses in her tracks and turns to glare at me.

"No, I figured I'd just wander around until I saw a familiar face. Maybe we should ask the bouncers up front for directions? I'm sure they don't have orders to kill us on sight or anything!"

"Okay, okay," I hold my hands up in defeat. "I get it. I'm sorry. I'm following your lead and keeping my mouth shut, I promise."

"Trust me, we all studied the blueprints like a million times. I know where we're going," she responds sternly.

"I know. I trust you. I'm sorry, I'm just nervous."

I wrap my arms tightly around myself to stop them from shaking.

"Hey," She says, crossing her arms. "You told me you can handle this. This is your last chance."

"I can. I-I was just thrown off is all. I'm good."

She nods and turns back to the door. I follow closely behind, trying to follow her exact footsteps. She opens the door slowly, keeping it propped open with her foot while she clears the first hallway. She motions me in with her index finger and I have to jog to keep up with her as she disappears around a corner.

We weave through a series of hallways, each one dimly lit until we come to one that leads to a dead end. There are several closed doors on either side of the wall and I anxiously wonder which one Oliver could be in.

"Ugh," Freya scoffs.

I follow her gaze to the floor to see three men and a woman laying in pools of their own blood. I don't recognize any of their faces, a good sign that they weren't on our team, but then again it's hard to tell with how badly they were mutilated.

"I am not cleaning that up. It's Lydia's turn."

I wrinkle my nose as I try to step carefully over them, hoping to not get any more blood on me today. Freya holds her ear up to each door, listening for any sign of a scuffle. She's far more precautious than she was on the ship. This Freya is careful and calculating- a completely different version of the gun slinging mad woman I've grown accustomed to.

She points to the last door on the right before lifting her finger to her mouth, motioning for me to keep quiet. I stand off to the side against the wall while she inches the door open.

She gasps. It's a quiet sound, not loud enough to alert anyone's attention, but it's enough to make my spine tingle. I peek over her shoulder to see what caught her attention and I have to slap my hand over my mouth to keep myself from crying out.

Jasper and Oliver are sitting across from each other on two black, leather couches, separated by a glass coffee table. The room would look like a normal lounge area- relaxing, inviting even- if it weren't for the two men standing on either side of Oliver, weapons fixated on him.

They appeared to be having a normal conversation. Jasper's expression is unreadable and their voices are too low to make out anything they're saying.

Oliver is outnumbered and outdrawn. I have a sneaking suspicion that despite Jasper's calm exterior, he's not going to let Oliver walk out of there so easily. Freya needed me to prove that I'm part of the team and this may be my only shot.

We can't barge in there or those men will shoot Oliver before we can even get to him. We can't shoot Jasper because Oliver is blocking him from where he's sitting, and killing the guards would only put Oliver in more danger.

The situation is fucked all around. I think Freya realizes our options are slim, too, and we're running out of time.

"Get behind me," I whisper to her.

She turns back to look at me like I'm crazy. she's probably- definitely- right, but I don't have time to care about that right now.

"Are you high?" She hisses. "I'm running this rescue mission, you-"

"Shhh."

I pull her back and step in front of her. I shoot at the glass table, causing it to shatter loudly between the men and turn to push Freya into the double doors next to us before they even have the chance to look up.

It seems to be a cleaning supply closet, but it's too dark to be sure. I was hoping for something bigger, something with more hiding spots, but at least there's a small opening between the doors, enough for me to see out into the hall.

The men are talking loudly and their voices are getting closer. I can see Jasper through the crack in the door, frantically searching down the hallway for the source of the bullet. A sob catches in my throat when I see the larger body guard has Oliver wrapped firmly in his grip, his gun pressed flush against his temple.

Jasper rips the doors across from us open one by one, not even acknowledging the bodies on the ground beneath him.

"Where the fuck did that come from?" He seethes.

His face is contorted in anger until his eyes connect with the supply closet. I know it's too dark in here for him to see us, but it feels like he's looking right at me. His lips curl with a devious smirk, like he knows exactly who's in here.

Oliver's face contorts in pain and he swears under his breath. The double doors swing open and Jasper reaches for me- he doesn't even spare Freya a glance.

"I was hoping you'd show up!" He says gleefully.