Chapter 1896 Pit Seven

• While Poison Widow and Maconne traded artillery in the distance, Finnegan's convoy rolled to a discreet halt on the edge of a dense ridge-line forest.
• The engines died. Doors clicked open, and the trio alighted, stepping onto damp earth scented with pine and gunpowder.
• "Master, five kilometers that way lies Pit Seven," Grace said, pointing through the trees. "We take the car any farther, and their scouts will spot us."