Colt’s Point Of View
New Jersey was colder than I remembered. Even beneath the thick coat and gloves, the air bit at my skin, crisp and clean and brutal. The old contact, Elias met us at a private hangar outside the city. No questions. No comments. Just a curt nod and a set of keys.
"Cabin’s stocked. Location’s off-grid. You’ll be safe there, for now."
I slipped her an envelope thick with untraceable cash and burner codes. Her eyes flicked to Krystal, lingering for half a second on the way she held her coat closed over her stomach. Then she turned and vanished into the wind.
The cabin sat high in the hills, overlooking the jagged coast. Glass walls, steel frames, and a generator that whined like a stubborn dog every morning. But it was warm. Isolated. Untouched.
It was ours.
The fir
