They didn't travel very far.
Regan couldn’t, his side was still raw and bleeding even though the wound was clean. His ribs, which were a continual reminder of how close the bullet had been, burned with each step. Phoenix, like everything else, meticulously planned the escape route. Following his instructions exactly, they went down a narrow, unmarked path that vanished under the fresh snow three miles east of the mountain facility past the ridge of pines that blocked satellite surveillance.
Like a mirage, the cabin emerged from the shadows, small but solid, a safety measure Phoenix had put in place months earlier. In case. Phoenix always had a contingency plan. The windows were closed to keep visitors out, and the logs were weathered gray. There was nothing to indicate their presence t
