Chapter 7 - THE GHOST CABIN
They drove for hours, leaving the city skyline far behind them.
The dense, ancient trees of the upstate forest swallowed the narrow dirt road.
They arrived at a secluded, heavily fortified cabin hidden deep in the woods.
"Safehouse Alpha," Martha announced, cutting the engine.
Inside, the cabin was a fortress. Reinforced steel doors and bulletproof glass.
Jack set Lily down on a plush sofa. She looked exhausted, her eyes drooping.
"I'm hungry," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Martha's hard exterior softened slightly. "I'll make you some soup, sweetheart."
Jack began checking the perimeter, inspecting the heavy iron locks.
"This place is off the grid," Martha said, handing Lily a steaming bowl.
"It should buy us enough time to contact her father's handlers."
Jack looked out the window into the pitch-black forest.
He knew from experience that 'off the grid' was just a comforting illusion.
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If the Syndicate had found them in the city, they could find them here.
He tightened his grip on the combat knife he had taken from the attacker.
