The drive back to the safe house was tense. No one spoke, the air inside the vehicle thick with the weight of what had just happened. Xavier sat in the front passenger seat, his eyes scanning the rearview mirror for signs of pursuit. Beside him, Victoria kept her hands steady on the wheel, though her jaw was tight.
Elizabeth sat in the back, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Her heart was still racing, the adrenaline from their escape not yet subsided. She glanced at Xavier, noting the grim set of his mouth, the way his shoulders remained rigid.
When they finally reached the safe house, Xavier was the first out of the vehicle. He barked orders as the team unloaded, his commanding presence filling the space.
"Victoria, double the perimeter security. Clara, I need you to analyze every piece of intel we gathered tonight. We need to know Anderson's next move."
