On a lone highway, surrounded on both sides by thick, dark forest, the only sounds cutting through the night were the hums and roars of engines. The convoy was a sight to behold—five large, black, reinforced buses, flanked by ten military cars at the front and fifteen at the back. Anyone watching from the trees would think they were headed for war. They moved at a fast, steady pace, the convoy like a black serpent slicing through the wilderness. Soon, they reached a dark tunnel, and the convoy disappeared into the blackness, swallowed whole by the shadows.
Inside one of the buses, the atmosphere was tense but controlled. At the back seat, Miss Mona leaned toward William, her voice barely above a whisper. "Tell me everything you heard."
