Jackson
As I dragged Kurt's lifeless body into the shadowed corner of the room, the reality of our situation sunk in. The low hum of engines outside told me that Jake's people were closing in. Moira's eyes darted around nervously, and I knew we had only minutes to cover our tracks. I kicked Kurt's body further back until it was hidden behind a stack of wooden crates, out of view from the doorway. There wasn't much time.
"Are you ready to play your part?" I asked Moira, who looked up at me, her expression quickly shifting to one of feigned helplessness.
She nodded, already adjusting her posture to look more vulnerable. "Tie me up, like we planned," she whispered, voice trembling a bit, but her eyes glinting with a dangerous spark. "Make it look convincing, Jackson. I need Jake to buy every second of this."
"You're sure about this?" I muttered, pulling a length of rope from my bag and glancing over her face.