Chapter 68
The wind howled across the backcountry road as Gary and Petra finally pulled off into the dense thicket of trees. Hidden beyond the brush, camouflaged behind layers of reinforced steel and vines, was one of Calvin’s oldest off-the-grid safe houses—a weathered A-frame cabin tucked against the hillside, nearly swallowed by the forest around it. Petra punched in a long string of numbers on a concealed keypad behind a fake rock. The heavy door unlocked with a clank, and they stepped inside. Gary closed the door behind them, scanning the interior. The place was modest—concrete floors, thick walls, a central wood-burning stove, and blackout curtains over the windows. There was a small arsenal behind a false wall and enough food and water for weeks. It smelled of aged timber and dust, but to Ga
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