Claire smiled weakly, her heart swelling with both fear and determination. "Together," she echoed.
The night of the ambush was dark and cold. The canyon was eerily quiet, the only sound the rustling of the wind through the rocks. Claire crouched behind a boulder, her heart racing as she waited for the convoy to appear.
Jake was beside her, his face grim and focused. He had given her a gun earlier, though she had never fired one before. He had shown her how to use it, but the weight of it in her hands felt foreign, unnatural.
"Just breathe," Jake whispered, his hand resting on her shoulder. "We've got this."
Claire nodded, trying to steady her breathing. This was it. This was their chance to end it all.
Suddenly, the sound of engines filled the air. Claire's heart skipped a beat as the convoy appeared in the distance, the headlights cutting through the darkness. The trucks were heavily armored, with guards on either side, just like Olivia had said.
