Present Day - Monday Night, 11 PM
The abandoned warehouse in Queens smells like rust and broken dreams, but it's the safest place Aria can think of on twelve hours' notice.
Sophie sits on a sleeping bag, coloring by the light of battery-powered lanterns, completely unaware that her family is now officially in hiding from international criminals.
"Mama, why are we camping inside a building?"
"It's a special kind of camping, baby girl. An adventure."
"Can we make s'mores?"
"Tomorrow, maybe."
Mrs. Henderson sits nearby, her usually composed demeanor cracked by the stress of being followed through Manhattan traffic.
"I've never been so scared in my life," she whispers to Aria. "Those men in the car behind us... they weren't trying to hide that they were following us."
"Because they wa
