Ethan followed the coordinates without hesitation, moving deeper into the outskirts of the city. The skyline behind them pulsed with artificial light, but ahead, the world was dim. The old industrial zone stretched before them, abandoned structures wrapped in silence. This was where the system forgot people. This was where ghosts lived.
Lyra checked her console. "Signal interference is strong here. No surveillance feeds, no automated patrols. If someone wanted to disappear, this would be the place to do it."
Cassandra exhaled. "Or the place to set a trap."
Ethan kept his pulse steady. "Either way, we're walking in."
They followed the path, weaving between rusted cargo stacks and old maintenance corridors. The air smelled of metal and decay, the remnants of a time before the city moved forward. The location on the card led them to a warehouse, its structure partially collapsed, its entrance barely standing.
Lyra frowned. "No movement inside."
Ethan stepped forward. "Doesn't mean it's empty."
He pushed the door open. The space inside was dark, lit only by faint blue lights lining the far wall. A single terminal remained active, flickering with encrypted text. But no one was there.
Cassandra scanned the room. "This isn't a hiding place. It's a message."
Ethan moved to the terminal. The interface was locked, but something pulsed behind the layers of security—a fragment of a file, waiting to be accessed. He placed a bypass module into the port. The text unraveled.
A single phrase appeared on the screen. "If you found me, you already know."
Lyra muttered under her breath. "That's not cryptic at all."
Ethan's jaw tightened. He typed a command into the interface. The response was instant. "You are not the first. But you might be the last."
Cassandra exhaled. "He's watching us."
Ethan turned, scanning the space again. The air was too still. The silence too controlled. If Aiden Cross was alive, he wasn't here. But he was guiding them.
The terminal flickered again. A new line of text appeared. "Your next step is already set. But you have to be faster than them."
Lyra's console beeped sharply. Her expression darkened. "We've got movement outside. Two heat signatures. No direct ID tags."
Cassandra pulled her weapon. "That's not a coincidence."
Ethan didn't hesitate. "Then we move."
They left the terminal running, stepping back into the night. The shadows shifted ahead. Figures emerging from the dark. No uniforms. No insignias. But their intent was clear.
They had been followed.
Aiden Cross had given them their next step. Now they just had to survive long enough to take it.