Marcus looked back toward the access road, his eyes narrowing. In the distance, the faint, synchronized hum of high-end engines began to drone through the fog. Headlights, sharp and blue, cut through the trees.
The truck bounced violently as Elias turned off the main road onto the dirt path leading to the ruins of the Aden cannery. He killed the lights a quarter-mile out, coasting the rest of the way in the dark, guided only by the faint, pale glow of the moon breaking through the mist. Aden Aden Aden
"I found it, Elias," Marcus breathed, laughing a breathless, manic laugh. "What we were looking for back at the agency. The reason Silas disappeared. It wasn't an accident. They are clearing the board." Marcus looked back toward the access road, his
Elias sat up, the chill of the room biting at his bare shoulders. His heart hammered against his ribs. He looked over at Elena, still breathing softly, oblivious. He carefully rolled out of bed, grabbing his jeans from the floor and his jacket from the back of the chair. The truck bounced violently as Elias turned off
Elias hadn't seen Marcus in three years. Marcus had gone deep into private intelligence, chasing ghosts in the corporate sector.