Chapter 47: just look down and walk away!!
Sunday Morning, Miles already in running shoes.
The sky over North Ridge District was still wrapped in morning haze, golden sunlight breaking through the skeletal outlines of tall buildings and half-sleeping streets. Miles jogged calmly along the gravel path of the park, his breaths steady, his movements precise — controlled. The soft thump of his shoes echoed in rhythm with the wind. After a round of light running and stretching, he checked his watch.
7:54 AM.
It was time.
He slipped off the path, moving towards the quieter side of the district. North Ridge was a mixed zone — old buildings hiding new secrets, industrial-looking blocks that never appeared on tourist maps. It was here that Building A-12 stood like a forgotten relic, wrapped in ivy and shadow, its steel gate rusted at the hinges but clearly still guarded.
Two bulky men stood at the compound gate — dressed in dark jackets, shoulders stiff, eyes scanning lazily. One of them leaned against the wall, sipping tea from a plastic cup. The other was toying with his phone.
Miles approached with a calm gait, hands in the pockets of his track jacket. He stopped just a few feet away.
"Who are you?" the man with the cup said, glancing at him over the rim.
The other straightened up, eyeing Miles’s lean figure.
"No entry here, kid. Go run somewhere else."
Miles didn’t answer. His eyes flicked from one man to the other — calm, calculating.