The bikers were guards, tasked with securing the base — a secretive and heavily fortified haven for Adrian's followers.
The rules were clear: approach on foot, not by vehicle. This directive had been spelled out in the private message Adrian sent to their DMS after their last video call.
Any deviation, such as Simon's bold choice to drive, was guaranteed to trigger suspicion.
The car slowed as they neared the base. It was an imposing structure, its towering silhouette framed by the night.
The perimeter was secured by a tall fence, and guards were stationed at strategic points. Adrian's promise of protection required a facility this large, and it delivered.
The base looked more like a fortress than a refuge, its walls seeming to hold countless stories of desperation and survival.
