The air in the safehouse felt stale, the faint odor of metal and dust lingering in the dim-lit room. Lin didn't take his eyes off the shadowy figure who had greeted them moments ago. Keller stood just to his right, a silent, steady presence, his hand still hovering near the grip of his weapon. The stranger's words echoed in Lin's mind.
Three days.
It wasn't just a warning — it was a countdown, one that started the moment they stepped foot back on the surface.
"You'd better explain," Lin said, voice calm but edged with steel. "If people are already on the move, I need names, routes, and their likely positions."
