They moved before sunrise... Grayson led the group through the twisting backroads of the Santa Sierra highlands, his mother cloaked in a hooded shawl, Emmett covering the rear, every step echoing with urgency. The chapel was gone, their sanctuary reduced to ash and silence.Grayson didn’t speak, His mind was running cold and fast, tracking wind shifts, footfalls, even the unnatural stillness of the trees. Something hunted them, Not soldiers, Not drones, Something worse.They reached an abandoned mining tunnel by mid-morning. It stretched for miles beneath the mountain, carved during a war generations ago. Grayson lit the lantern. “We rest here,” he said.His mother sat slowly, clutching her rosary. “They won’t stop, will they?”Grayson crouched beside her. “Not until I end this.”Emmett passed him a flask. “So how do you plan to do that? You’re good, but Clive has a private army, half the global media, and a genetically enhanced killer you couldn’t even stop with a blade to the ribs.”