Chapter 4: The Escape from the Grid
The roar of the SUV’s engine was the most beautiful sound Sarah had ever heard. As she dove into the driver's seat, the garage door reached its apex. She floored the gas, the tires screeching against the concrete.
The men fired, the glass of the garage door shattering around them. Sarah didn't look at the rearview mirror; she focused on the road. She knew the route to the federal building in the city. If she could get there, if she could hand over the incriminating documents she had spent the last hour downloading onto a thumb drive from Mark’s home server while the men were distracted, she could end this.
"Mommy, look!" Sophie pointed to the screen in the dash. Mark’s phone was connected to the car’s Bluetooth. A notification popped up: Extraction Team 2, proceed to target location. Alpha is on the move.
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He was tracking the car.
Sarah pulled over, ripped the GPS module from beneath the dashboard, and threw it out the window into a passing delivery truck. She then took a hard left, cutting through the dense suburban woods, heading for the highway. They were driving blind, but they were driving free. The fear that had paralyzed her was gone, replaced by a cold, burning determination to see her husband’s world dismantled piece by piece.
