Benjamin chuckled at the news. "Alright, got it."

He flashed a smirk at Andrew and Emily. "Time to go, you two."

With a mocking grin, he added, "I'd hate for us to overstay our welcome and have someone come looking."

Andrew's expression remained completely unreadable.

Emily furrowed her brows. "Where are we going?"

"Why the hell would I tell you?" Benjamin shot back.

Emily fell silent.

Benjamin glanced at Andrew, who simply said, "Don't worry, I'll cooperate."

With a wave of his hand, Benjamin signaled his men to force Emily and Andrew into the vehicles.

The crew packed up quickly, and the three cars peeled away from the site.

Meanwhile.

Beatty was perched on the back of an e-bike, eyes glued to the GPS tracker on her phone. The biting wind had practically frozen her face, and her hands were like blocks of ice.

"Keep going," she murmured. "We're almost there. Just six more miles."

Surrounded by bare trees and thick brush, the convoy of unlit e-bikes navigated the rugged forest terrain in near silence. Relying entirely on night vision goggles to spot the trail, the riders struggled against the freezing wind that left them stiff and numb. Suddenly, her eyes narrowed in concentration. "Wait. They're moving."

The man driving coughed. "They must be back in the cars. The target is moving fast."

"Which direction?"

"Southeast," Beatty replied. "Just keep chasing them straight ahead. Go."

The man grunted in acknowledgment, cranking the throttle to give chase.

The rest of the e-bikes immediately fell in line.

"Tristan!" A man jumped up excitedly from a computer screen. "We found them!"

Tristan instantly dropped what he was holding and strode over.

Elizabeth hurried over to join them.

The man pointed to a blinking dot on the screen. "Right here. About thirty miles out."

Tristan nodded rapidly. "Perfect. Pack your gear, we're moving out right now."

The moment he spoke, Elizabeth was about to turn and prep, but her expression suddenly shifted.

"They moved."

The man beside her analyzed the screen for a second. "Looks like they're heading southeast. We need to go now before we lose them."

Elizabeth knew there wasn't a second to lose and moved to grab her gear.

"Hold on," Tristan ordered, stopping them. "Sync this data to our phones first. We can't take the cars. They're too obvious, and Benjamin's crew will spot us instantly."

Elizabeth paused, realizing he was right. "Good point. So what's the play?"

Tristan shot the men a look. They

rounded the back of the SUV, popped the trunk, and hauled out

two folding bicycles, dropping them onto the dirt.

Elizabeth frowned. "Only two bikes. That's a four-person limit."

Tristan's voice was steady. "Then it's four. The four of us guys will take them."

He turned to Elizabeth. "Elizabeth,

take the car and head back to find

Rose. She mentioned having a secured phone modified by the police. Get with her, make the call,

her, gall

and have the cops figure out a way to assist."

"Involve the cops?" Elizabeth asked. "But what about Benjamin..."