Chapter 161 The Note

• By the time the sun cracked over the horizon, the safehouse was already in chaos. Bags packed. Systems shut down. Weapons loaded.
• They were moving. Again.
• Bishop hadn't slept all night, working through every corner of his system, purging code and rerouting encryption like a man possessed. Decker ran checks on the SUV, tossing bags in the backseat between bites of leftover cereal. Knox kept Ellerei close, watching her eyes for signs of stress, fear, anything that might break through that iron calm she'd worn since Talia walked in.