**Kael Maddox’s POV**
The gates of Fort Kraven groaned opened. Rust scraped against steel, and the sunlight I hadn’t truly seen in six years stabbed into my eyes like a blade. But I didn’t flinch.
Outside the prison walls, it looked like a war zone waiting to happen.
Police vehicles formed a solid blockade along the outer perimeter, their sirens silenced but engines growling like a held breath. Armed officers stood shoulder-to-shoulder in riot gear, their eyes were cold and unreadable behind reflective visors. Snipers perched on nearby rooftops. A pair of choppers circled low in the sky, the rhythmic chopping of their blades reminding me of the Blackhawks we used to fly in… before everything went to hell.
I took my first step out. It was then I saw it.
A matte-black vehicle sat parke
