Chapter 6 - The Safehouse In Red Hook
The SUV pulled into a dark, cobblestone alleyway near the shipping docks in Red Hook, Brooklyn, idling behind a converted brick warehouse.
Huge rusty cranes stood like silent metal giants against the rain-slicked East River, overlooking the silhouette of the Statue of Liberty.
Jax killed the headlights and engine, waiting sixty seconds in total darkness to verify that no tracking beacons were following them.
He opened his door silently, guiding Maya up a set of iron stairs hidden behind an old shipping container.
Inside, the warehouse was a modern, high-tech command center hidden beneath a rustic industrial facade.
Monitors lined the brick walls, displaying real-time security feeds from traffic cameras across all five boroughs of New York.
Maya collapsed onto a leather sofa, her body shaking from the sudden drop in temperature and the physical toll of her escape.
Jax walked to a metal footlocker, pulling out a dry grey hoodie and a pair of tactical sweatpants, tossing them to her.
"Change out of those wet clothes," Jax said, turning his back to give her privacy as he activated the encrypted computer array.
"I'm opening the file you brought me," he added, inserting the thumb drive attached to the leather folder into his terminal.
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Maya pulled the dry hoodie over her head, feeling the warmth return to her hands as she watched Jax work the keyboard.
"Look at file four, Jax," she said, stepping over to the desk in her bare feet. "Look at the bank routing numbers."
