i know that
if i die, my
only choice is
still defending
★
you shall go west,
and face the one who has turned,
you shall find what was stolen,
and see it safely returned,
you shall be betrayed by
one who calls you a friend,
and you shall fail to...
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The night had passed, and the morning sun was beginning to paint the sky in hues of orange and pink as they continued their journey.
After hours of driving on the winding roads, they had made good progress.
Vicky still sat behind the wheel, her eyes fixed on the road, but she looked tired, having stayed awake most of the night.
Matt sat in the passenger seat next to her, looking a little weary himself.
In the backseat, Hugo and Luke stirred, slowly waking up from their light sleep. Hugo yawned and stretched, rubbing his eyes
"We need to talk business. We're heading for Philadelphia, and I've been thinking about how we should approach this."
Vicky fixed her eyes on the vast expanse of road ahead. "Once we hit the city, we'll need to stay low. We don't want to attract any unwanted attention."
Matt raised an eyebrow intrigued. "And how exactly do you plan to do that, love?"
Vicky glanced at him with a grin. "By avoiding any circular policy or surveillance. We can't afford to be traced or tracked while we search for the information we need."
Hugo yawned. "Avoiding circular policy... sounds like you have a plan already in mind."
Luke blinked his eyes open. "And how do you plan to avoid surveillance? Philly is pretty high-tech."
Vicky smiled, her voice filled with confidence. "I have my ways. We'll just have to stay discreet, stick to back alleys, blend in with the shadows."
"And if we happen to encounter any rebels in Philly, I suggest we find them. They might have some useful information that can aid our search."
Matt's interest piqued at her statement. "Rebels, huh? You think they'll be willing to help?"
Hugo chuckled, his expression doubtful. "Or they might just shoot us on sight."
"Hugo's got a point. Rebels are usually pretty twitchy, V. They might not take kindly to strangers poking around." Luke said.
Vicky acknowledged their concerns with a wry smile. "I know. But I also know that rebels can be our best hope in the city. They have their own underground network and access to information we can't get otherwise."
"And..." She began hesitantly, her voice betraying a hint of apprehension. "What if..."
Matt, attuned to her subtle change in tone, asked, "What is it?"
Vicky swallowed, her throat feeling dry. "What if we cross paths with my mother?"
The silence that followed her words felt palpable. Matt, Hugo, and even Luke sat in stunned silence as they processed her question.
"Your mother? You think she might be in Philadelphia?"
