Time blurred quickly after that.
Ten minutes.
Maybe thirty.
Hard to tell without light.
She forced herself to stay alert anyway.
Count turns.
Track elevation.
Listen for voices.
Anything useful.
Her shoulder throbbed where the rifle had hit her.
Blood stained one sleeve from the volunteer she’d treated earlier.
Not hers.
The copper scent lingered anyway.
Eventually the SUV slowed.
Gravel crackled beneath the tires.
Voices outside.
A gate opening.
Then stillness.
The rear door yanked open.
“Out.”
Hannah stepped down carefully and scanned everything immediately.
Remote compound.
Concrete perimeter walls.
Armed guards at elevated positions.
Temporary structures inside.
Not military.
Not amateur either.
Her pulse kicked once harder.
This was bad.
But not impossible.
