Morning breaks with an angry pounding on our door. Marta's voice snaps us awake. "Pilot's here. Get up."
We scramble into clothes, disheveled and flushed. Marta eyes us with a mix of amusement and exasperation. "Hope you two got enough rest," she mutters. Then her tone turns serious. "Listen, you'd better watch your backs. Zach and I won't babysit you forever."
My pulse spikes. "Why are you helping us then?"
She exhales, glancing at Elena. "R said you were important. Worth protecting if the price is right. But if Vasquez or his goons show up with a bigger offer… Don't expect loyalty from folks like Ramirez."
The implication is clear: we're on borrowed loyalty. Elena's hand slips into mine. I squeeze it, steeling myself. If we can just cross to somewhere beyond Vasquez's reach, maybe we can buy or create a new life. The question is whether we'll survive long enough.