Jake's phone rang twice before a gruff voice answered. "McKenzie."
"Jim, it's Jake," he said. "I need your help."
McKenzie, a seasoned journalist, listened intently as Jake outlined their situation. "I can help," he said. "But you need to get the evidence to me. Now."
Jake nodded, though McKenzie couldn't see him. "We're on our way."
They arrived at McKenzie's office, a cramped room above a diner. He listened intently as they laid out the evidence.
"This is huge," he said, eyes wide. "I'll get it on the front page tomorrow."
But as they turned to leave, Jake's instincts screamed warning. The agents had found them.
"Get down!" he yelled, as the windows shattered.
McKenzie's office erupted into chaos. Jake grabbed Alex and Sarah, pulling them to safety.
"We need to get out of here," he said. "Now."
But as they fled, Jake knew they couldn't outrun the agents forever. They needed a new plan.