The van skidded around a sharp corner, tires hissing on the wet asphalt as the city’s outskirts gave way to winding backroads cloaked in mist. The only light came from the faint glow of dawn and the flickering holographic map on the dash. Every second carried them farther from the compound—and deeper into unknown territory.
Rayner’s voice crackled through the comms again, more clipped and tense than before. “You’re not safe yet. They’ve deployed drones—thermal scans. They’re hunting you. New rendezvous point coming through now: Grid 9. Remote location, deeper into the marshlands. It’s the only way you’ll shake them.”
Dominic cursed under his breath and tightened his grip on the wheel, his jaw clenched so hard Amelia could see the muscles twitch in the low light. “Marshlands,” he muttered
