The sharp click of the motel room door locking behind them felt like the closing of a trap. Just a few hours ago, this room at the Starlight Inn had been their safe haven, a place to hide and catch their breath. Now, after agreeing to Silica's dangerous offer, the same four walls felt like a prison cell. They were just waiting for the guards to take them to their execution.
The ugly, faded wallpaper with its repeating flower pattern and the steady, low hum of the air conditioner seemed to mock them. How could such normal, boring things exist while they planned to declare war on a giant corporation?
For what felt like a very long time, no one said a word. The weight of their decision pressed down on them, a heavy blanket of silence. They had been running from violent criminals, but this was different. They were now planning to attack a company with more money, more lawyers, and more power than they could even imagine.
