Desperate Plan
Wren typed another message: “You need to get out. Now. Take the device and the drive. Find a safe place to regroup.” Derek slammed the laptop shut and stood, his pulse racing. “We have to move,” he said, his voice trembling with urgency. “Maddy, grab your keys. Josh, pack whatever we might need.” The weight of the USB drive in Derek’s pocket felt heavier than ever as they prepared to leave everything behind.
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