"Approaching destination," the pilot announced, voice uncertain.
Alex gazed at the rugged Alps below, jagged peaks piercing through clouds like nature's warning. The coordinates Geneva provided led them to a remote region—far from Rodriguez Holdings' usual luxury.
The implant beneath his temple pulsed with his heartbeat. "That's precisely why Geneva chose it. Whatever we find exists outside my father's surveillance."
As they descended, Alex's enhanced recall supplied a memory—a childhood conversation, Geneva mentioning "the cabin" with weighted significance.
"There," he pointed to a structure nestled against the mountainside, nearly invisible. "Landing area two kilometers southwest."
Sonia raised an eyebrow. "You've been here before?"
"Never," Alex replied with surprising certainty.
