The mist still clung to the cliffs when Lin tightened the straps on his pack and gave the order to move. The crates, broken down into smaller containers and disguised beneath fishing nets, were divided between the three of them. Each step inland meant carrying not just weight but risk — every file, every drive inside those containers painted a target on their backs.
Keller adjusted his pack with a grunt. "You realize once we're off this rock, we're basically walking into the lion's den?"
Lin gave a short nod. "That's exactly what we're doing."
Min-joon, pale but steady despite the wound in his side, let out a strained laugh. "I'd say more like Jin's den. And lions at least play with their food."
No one answered. The air was too thick for humor.
