Dozens of cars roared toward the deep mountains.
Sheriff Pedro had the roads locked down tight. One of his deputies approached him. "Sir, are we really backing Debra and her crew?"
They'd pulled every man on duty, sealed every mountain entrance, and sent extra hands to help Debra and Marion.
That was like risking their necks. If Debra's team flopped, the Illuminati would come after them.
Pedro took a long drag on his cigarette and exhaled. "I'm not just helping Debra. I'm helping everyone."
He straightened the deputy's cap, dropping his cautious vibe. "We're policemen. Protecting people is our job."
The deputy blinked, not expecting that from Pedro, someone who had always played it safe.
Pedro stared at the dark sky. Dawn was still not in sight.
He had coasted through decades, watching life's ups and downs. He knew the world wasn't perfect, but he still believed in its good side.
His job was keeping the peace and weeding out the evil. This time, he was all in. Even if they lost big, at least they had fought for something.
He figured plenty of folks out there felt the same. They were just lost in the grind but ready to wake up.
The world was beautiful because nature made it that way. If they loved it, the world would love them back.
Debra's crew wasn't alone. They had a whole mess of people behind them, craving peace.
"I wasn't thinking about him," Debra replied. "You know what I wanna ask."
She'd let it slide earlier, but she wasn't dropping it.
Jordan slammed the brakes outside the valley. The sudden stop jolted them.
He unbuckled, meeting Debra's eyes in the mirror.
"I swear, if we make it through today, I'll tell you everything."
"So, you were gonna keep me in the dark forever?"

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