Silas drove through traffic like a shadow, the city lights fading rapidly behind him as the sedan sped toward the outskirts. His hands gripped the steering wheel in fury, knuckles pale against the black leather.
The road grew narrower, flanked by dense trees and high security fences disguised as ordinary farmland barriers. After twenty minutes of winding private roads, the car slowed to a stop in front of a heavily guarded gate that looked like any ordinary rural entrance — but wasn't.
Two armed men in black tactical gear stepped forward immediately. They recognized the vehicle and opened the reinforced gate without a single question or delay.
Silas didn't speak. The car continued down a long, hidden driveway until it reached the large, modern underground complex. Tall concrete buildings, surveillance towers, and disguised hangars spread across the secured compound.
