Kwame's voice was gentle, but firm. "Amara, we need to go. The fire's spreading, and the police are here."
Amara nodded, still dazed, and followed Kwame out of the alley. The team gathered around, concern etched on their faces.
Riyanah spoke up, her voice practical. "We need to secure the evidence and get out of here. The police will have questions."
Aisha nodded, already typing on her phone. "I'll handle it. Let's get to a safe house and regroup."
They made their way through the chaos, the tech hub now a burning skeleton behind them. The drive with the evidence was safely tucked away, but the question lingered – what had Adama really built?
At the safe house, Amara finally spoke, her voice raw. "What do we do about Adama?"
Kwame's expression was somber. "We need to find her, and fast. She knows too much, and she's not working alone."
The team nodded, the stakes clearer than ever.