Once they were ready, they slipped out of the apartment and into the city's crowded streets. The noise and movement of New York provided some cover, but Claire couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. Every passing car, every stranger's glance felt like a potential threat.
"We can't stay in the city," Mitchell said, his eyes scanning the street. "Too many eyes. We need to find a safe house, somewhere Clarke can't track us."
Jake nodded, pulling out his phone to check for options. "I've got a friend in upstate New York—someone who owes me a favor. We can lay low there for a while, regroup."
Claire felt a surge of relief. "Good. Let's get out of here before Clarke's men catch up."
