Ethan doesn’t slow.
“Load up.”
We pile in fast.
Doors slam shut.
The van moves instantly.
No questions.
No introductions.
Just motion.
I sit across from Daniel this time.
Deliberate.
I want to see him.
Watch him.
Understand him.
He meets my gaze without hesitation.
“Facility’s fifteen minutes out,” he says. “Private defense contractor. High security, low visibility.”
Jase shifts beside me.
“Translation?”
Daniel’s voice is flat.
“Built to look legitimate. Designed to disappear problems.”
Yeah.
That tracks.
“What kind of security?” Ronan asks.
Daniel leans forward slightly.
“Layered,” he says. “Outer perimeter—standard surveillance. Inside? Biometric locks, internal patrols, automated failsafes.”
Jonah huffs. “Of course there are.”
“But that’s not the problem,” Daniel adds.
Something in his tone shifts.
That gets my attention.
“What is?” I ask.
His eyes flick to me.
