The quiet hum of the safe house was deafening in the wake of their escape. The tension in the air had barely begun to settle, yet the weight of what they had done and what they had uncovered pressed heavily on Cambria's chest. She could still feel the warmth of her son's tiny body nestled in her arms, his face peaceful in sleep. It was a stark contrast to the chaos that had unfolded only hours before.
Maddox stood across the room, staring at the flash drive in his hands, his face a mask of concentration. The flickering light from the desk lamp cast long shadows across his sharp features, making him appear even more distant, even more untouchable.
"What do you think it is?" Cambria asked, her voice barely a whisper as she approached him.
Maddox didn't answer immediately. He inserted the drive into the laptop, and a series of encrypted files appeared on the screen, each one locked behind layers of security. He frowned, running his hand through his hair.
