DAWSON
The common room felt like a war zone, cluttered with maps, blueprints, files, and failed strategies. I sat at the head of the table, staring at the chaos before me, while Rick leaned over one of the map.
“This trail went cold two nights ago,” he said, pointing to an abandoned factory near the southern border. “The rain didn’t help. It’s like the rogue vanished into thin air.”
I clenched my fists, barely holding back my frustration. “What about the trackers? Did they find anything unusual in the area?”
Rick Taylor shook his head. “Nothing. Whoever this rogue is, he’s careful. No scent, no sightings. Just the attack on Carla and then... nothing. Like he wanted to make a statement and disappear.”
I slammed my fist against the table, the sound reverberating through the room. “A st
