Rowan's POV

The plane was on autopilot, and the rumble of its engines seemed to fade into the background as I stared out the window, lost in thought. Where do we go now? Every city would have BPO agents looking to take us down. Bret sat beside me, munching on a bag of pretzels he found stashed away in the jet.

“We need to find a place to land,” Bret said between chews. “Somewhere off the grid.”

"Yeah, somewhere cold and isolated," I muttered, still staring at the clouds. I rubbed my temples, thinking of all the resources we’d need to lay low. “Do you have any ideas?”

Bret grinned,...