Chapter 23 - The Ghost Frequency
A week passed in quiet, snowy isolation. The physical wounds began to heal. Daniel’s arm regained its mobility, and Valeria found a rhythm of peace, spending her days reading by the massive stone fireplace.
But the silence was broken on a Tuesday night.
Daniel was in the basement communications room, monitoring the encrypted dark-web frequencies he had established with Jax. Suddenly, the green light on the console blinked. A burst transmission came through—a string of numbers and letters.
Daniel’s fingers flew across the keyboard, running the decryption algorithm. When the text finally translated onto the screen, a fierce, relieved smile broke across his face.
AIRFIELD LEVELED. VANGUARD GROUND TEAM NEUTRALIZED. I TOOK A BULLET TO THE SHOULDER BUT I AM BREATHING. LAYING LOW IN SEATTLE. AWAITING ORDERS. - J.
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Daniel keyed in a rapid response. STAY DARK. HEAL. DO NOT COME TO THE CABIN YET. THEY WILL BE WATCHING THE BORDERS.
Jax was alive. Their most lethal ally had survived the fire.
