Liam took over the wheel the moment they lost the cops. There was no negotiation, no debate — he just looked at Dickson and said, "Out."
Now, the car crawled slowly along a dusty stretch of road. No traffic. No pedestrians. Just an empty industrial zone filled with silence and faded warning signs.
Liam's eyes narrowed as he spotted the place. A large fenced compound with razor wire coiled along the top like a snake waiting to strike. A few battered trucks sat idle outside, parked beside stacked crates and oil drums. The building itself looked like a forgotten factory — square, old, with rust crawling across its sides like mold. But Liam knew better. Factories didn't hide in the shadows. This one reeked of secrets.
He killed the engine and let the silence settle.
Dickson looked out his window and blinked slowly. "Okay, what the hell is this? Some kind of abandoned military base?"
