This place is under attack.
Just not the kind people recognize.
I watch Laney for a moment.
Then something settles in my chest.
A decision.
“We can’t just defend,” I say.
Wolf glances at me.
“We have to disrupt.”
Trigger steps off the curb behind us.
“How?”
I look down the street again.
At the businesses.
At the roads.
At the systems quietly being tightened around the town.
“At the people who are being leaned on,” I say.
I turn back toward the others.
“We start making their quiet war…”
I pause.
Because sometimes the simplest strategy is the most effective.
“…very loud.”
57
Saint
The cabin was never meant to be permanent.
It was meant to be quiet.
A place off the map.
A place no one would look too closely.
But quiet isn’t safe anymore. They all know where we are.
I stand at the window and watch a truck I don’t recognize roll slowly past the end of the dirt road.
Too slowly.
The driver doesn’t even pretend to be looking somewhere else.
