Chapter 47 – Into the Wolves' Den
The Blackthorn chopper cut through the morning haze, its blades slicing the silence of the snowy mountain ranges. Adrian sat with his elbows on his knees, eyes locked on the distant peaks ahead. Beside him, Sophie wore a bulletproof vest beneath her winter coat, a pistol strapped to her thigh. She had traded silence for purpose, fear for fury.
“This facility…” Marcus said, pointing to a topographic map spread across the seat, “is buried two hundred feet below this ridge. Thermal scans show movement—minimal, but consistent. Power is still running underground. Whatever your father left behind… it’s alive.”
Adrian narrowed his eyes. “Then we go in. And shut it down—for good.”
Sophie’s hand found his. It was a quiet gesture, but powerful. Her trust in him,
