Behind us, Adam and Russ follow in the second vehicle.
Snow swirls through the headlights.
The storm thickens the farther we drive.
The road climbs.
Twists.
Drops sharply along the cliffs.
Boone drives like he was born on mountain roads.
Fast.
Precise.
Focused.
I keep the laptop open on my knees, tethered to the truck system via hotspot.
The relay node moves again.
Closer.
Closer.
The mobile signal jumps another fifty miles.
My stomach tightens.
“He’s moving faster.”
Boone doesn’t look away from the road.
“How fast?”
“Eighty miles an hour.”
Russ’s voice crackles through the radio.
“That’s not a command center.”
“That’s a convoy,” Adam replies.
I zoom the signal again.
The routing pattern sharpens.
Three vehicles.
Leapfrogging signal relays.
Encryption shifting every thirty seconds.
“They’re trying to stay invisible.”
Boone nods once.
