We ditched Magda’s dirt bike a mile away from the coordinates.
The engine was too loud. From here on out, we were ghosts.
We hiked up a rocky ridge, keeping low to the ground. As we reached the top, the view took my breath away—and not in a good way.
The Facility.
It wasn't just a building. It was a fortress.
A massive concrete complex sat in the middle of the desert valley, surrounded by three layers of twenty-foot high fences topped with razor wire. Watchtowers with spotlights swept the perimeter every thirty seconds.
And in the center, a massive industrial elevator shaft disappeared into the earth.
"It’s bigger than the map showed," I whispered, clutching Leo to my chest. He was awake, blinking at the bright floodlights, but thankfully silent.
Caleb lay beside me on the
