12:44 AM
The view from the hill was breathtaking, but Claire barely noticed. Her focus was entirely on the city below, her hands steady as she adjusted the binoculars.
She scanned the streets, searching for the car she knew would pass through. It didn't take long before she spotted it—a sleek black vehicle cutting through the city's glow.
The license plate was unmistakable.
Claire's lips curled into a faint, humorless smile. She set the binoculars down and reached for the detonator sitting on the passenger seat. Her thumb hovered over the button for a moment, but there was no hesitation in her eyes.
When she pressed it, the explosion was instant. The car burst into flames, lighting up the night like a flare.
Through the binoculars, Claire watched the wreckage burn, her face blank. She didn't feel satisfaction or guilt—just a quiet sense of finality.
The fire reflected in her eyes as she leaned back in her seat, setting the binoculars aside.
"It had to be this way."