The cabin was quiet, each of us moving through our preparations with silent determination. The plan was risky—luring Martha out, knowing that Ferraro wouldn't be far behind. But it was our best chance at dismantling his network from within. If we could get Martha to come to us, we could use her connection to Ferraro to intercept their communications, gain insight into his network, and perhaps… turn the tables.
Ethan set up the secure line, his fingers moving deftly across the equipment he'd brought from the city. I watched him work, each click and whir of the machines bringing us closer to the moment we would draw Martha—and Ferraro—into our trap.
William sat nearby, his face pale and his movements careful as he adjusted his position on the couch. He was still recovering from the bullet wound, but his mind was sharp, his gaze intense as he watched Ethan. He was focused, every bit the strategist I'd come to rely on, though the strain showed in the lines of his face.
