Without another word, he stepped into the corridor and began issuing orders through his phone. Within minutes, the Cross Pack's elite Shadow Guards had been mobilized. Vehicles rolled out from the estate, secure communication lines were established across the territory, and operatives stationed throughout Silver Ridge immediately began tracing every possible route the Nightshade Black Guards might have used.
Standing beside the hospital window, Gerald made several calls of his own, his composure never wavering despite the urgency behind every instruction.
"Notify every checkpoint," he ordered steadily. "No vehicle leaves the territory without being identified. I want confirmation from every road, every private airstrip, and every possible route leading beyond Silver Ridge."
He fell silent as the captain of the Shadow Guards delivered his report.
Gradually, the lines around Gerald's face hardened.
"They never traveled by road?"
Another pause followed.
