“Should we monitor them more closely?”
“We already are.”
She notices the smaller monitor beside the main feed.
Phone metadata.
Vehicle trackers.
Satellite coverage.
The quiet tools of modern surveillance.
Her eyebrows lift slightly.
“They’re completely mapped.”
“Yes.”
“And they have no idea.”
I lean back in the chair.
Boone appears at the cabin window for a moment.
Looking out into the darkness.
Like he can feel the observation.
Men like him always can.
“Soon,” I say quietly.
“Soon what?”
“Soon he’ll start asking the right questions.”
“And when he does?”
I smile.
“Then the real recruitment begins.”
Outside the cabin, the Montana wind moves through the trees.
Cold.
Restless.
The kind of wind that comes before storms.
And storms are exactly what the future will bring.
The only question that matters now—
Is whether Boone Grant will fight the coming chaos…
Or help build the system that survives it.
