RYDEN
Alpha Lucius lived in a fortress surrounded by high walls, electric wire fences secured with alarm systems, and watch towers.
There were cabins where his people must have lived. His territory was in the middle of the forest and mountains.
“Our source of electricity was mostly from solar panels. We also have extra generators.”
“Living in a criminal life must have paid well.”
He didn’t even look offended. “There’s a saying, one man’s terrorist is another man’s freedom fighter. Look at these people.” He gestured as we hopped out of the Jeep.
“Lucius, we’ve been worried about you,” said the middle-aged woman in a thick Russian accent.”
“Well, I almost died, Svetlana, but you don’t have to worry right now.”
“Have you found my children?”
“There are two containers that will arrive
