The masked figures drifted through the darkness like shadows. They didn't rush. They spread out slowly, cutting off every possible escape.
Inside the Mercedes, Elena pressed against the window, her breath fogging the glass.
"They're not rushing," Damon murmured. His good arm braced the seatback, eyes tracking movement through the rear window. "They're herding us."
"Boss." Marcus turned from the driver's seat. "Maintenance road behind the warehouses, leads to old freight tracks."
"Can we reach it?" Damon asked.
"Not in the car, it's too narrow. Walking will be safer."
Damon opened his door, slow and silent. He reached for Elena's hand. "Stay close. When I move, you move."
She nodded.
They slipped into the night. Marcus ahead, Damon guiding and Elena between them. They hugged the edg
