Aaron's POV.
I killed the engine and let the SUV coast the last fifty yards. The old iron foundry sat like a rotting carcass against the edge of the Blackwood border. It was a massive, rusted skeleton of a building, all jagged corrugated metal and broken glass. I could smell the grease, the old chemicals, and the sharp, metallic scent of blood.
"Check your gear," I said. My voice was a flat, dry scrape in the quiet cabin.
Lucas sat beside me, his fingers dancing over the controls of the jammer. He gave me a sharp nod, his face tight and pale. In the backseat, Maeve was sitting forward, her eyes wide. She looked terrified, but she didn't look like she was going to run. She looked like she was ready to burn the world down.
"Remember the plan," I told her, looking at her through the rear
