Every traffic grid.
Every power reroute.
Controlled.
Weaponized.
I push away from the table.
“Then we don’t drive.”
Russ raises an eyebrow.
“Got a teleportation device hidden somewhere?”
Adam already knows where I’m going.
“You thinking air?”
“Yes.”
Wren blinks.
“A helicopter?”
“Only way we get there in time.”
Russ whistles.
“Well that sounds fantastic.”
A beat.
“Small problem.”
I look at him.
“We’re in the middle of the Montana mountains.”
“Exactly.”
He spreads his arms.
“Where exactly do you plan on finding a helicopter in the next five minutes?”
I pull my phone from my pocket.
Because there’s one person who owes me.
I step toward the window while it rings.
Outside, the wind howls across the mountains like the storm knows something big is coming.
The line clicks.
“Grant,” the voice says.
Logan Carter.
