Samantha’s POV
As we stood close to the trapdoor strategizing our next action, the cabin's air was charged with anxiety. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins, mixed with doubt. We had been gathered close-knit, hearts pounding, waiting for the threat to pass just minutes earlier. Now, though, we required a strategy that would carry us farther from risk and into the core of our enemy's land.
"Marcus, what's our best option?" Turning to face him, I questioned. Lost in meditation, he was staring at the ground.
At last lifting his gaze, he said, "I think we should head toward the old factory." "It should offer some cover and is abandoned; we are gathering information here. I also know the arrangement from when I used to search it for The Order.
"The manufacturing?" Alex's speech stammere
