CHAPTER FOUR: The Compound in the Fog
The response was immediate—and quiet.
No sirens. No big convoy announcement.
You don’t warn a predator that the clock is running out.
The team moved through the woods like a held breath.
Evan’s directions were precise, the way you get when you’ve mapped your survival down to inches.
A rotting farmhouse masked behind fencing and shadow.
The air thick with low snarls—attack dogs pacing just out of sight.
When the suspect released them, chaos detonated.
Dogs charged.
Orders snapped through radios.
