The wind slams the cabin again.
Hard.
I glance outside.
The storm clouds rolling over the peaks.
“Wind’s not behaving.”
“Yeah,” Logan says dryly. “I noticed.”
Wren stands slowly behind me.
“What did he say?”
“He’s coming.”
Her shoulders relax just slightly.
But the timer keeps counting down.
5:44:03
Adam grabs his jacket.
“Then we move.”
Russ claps his hands once.
“Well boys and girls…”
“Looks like we’re going flying.”
We move fast.
Laptops packed.
Weapons checked.
Gear thrown into bags.
The cabin turns into controlled chaos in under thirty seconds.
Wren closes the laptop but hesitates.
I notice.
“What?”
She looks at the screen one more time.
The relay node jumps again.
Her voice tightens.
“It moved.”
“How far?”
