As the convoy pushed on, the sun climbed high above the lush greenery, casting long shadows by mid-afternoon. The clock read 3 p.m. They were hours away from the central province's border.
Tommy leaned back with a slight yawn but kept his gaze sharp. "We've been moving for nine or ten hours straight. No signs of pursuit or ambushes not a whisper, do you think Rienfeld's just letting us walk out?"
Aiden, who had closed his eyes in a light meditative state, responded without opening them. "No, but they won't attack until we cross the border."
Tommy frowned as he shifted forward from his seat. "Why wait? If they wanted to make a point then border's the perfect spot."
