We got back to the safehouse at three in the morning.
No one spoke on the way. We moved through the back alleys like ghosts — with jax in front, Tiny guarding the rear, and Maya moving across the rooftops above us like a shadow with a rifle.
The streets were empty. Wu's riders were gone. But the feeling remained — that crawling sense of being watched. Like eyes behind every dark window.
The tattooed man opened the door without a word. We went in, down the stairs, and Into the basement. The single light swayed above us. Everything looked the same as when we left — the old couches, the table, and glitch's screens glowing blue in the dark.
Glitch spun around in his chair when we came down. His face was pale. Sweat on his forehead and a half-eaten ration bar still in his hand.
"You're alive," Glitch said. Letting out a long breath. "I lost comms for twenty minutes when you were in the vault. I thought—"
