Mason followed the boy deep into the mountains until they reached an abandoned sawmill hidden among towering pine trees.
The boy pushed open an old metal door.
Inside, a lone man stood beside a workbench covered with dozens of carved ravens.
His beard was longer.
His hair had turned silver.
But Mason recognized him instantly.
“Elijah…”
The old man slowly turned around.
“I knew you’d come.”
For a long moment, neither man spoke.
Then Mason stepped forward and hugged the friend he had mourned for more than two decades.
“What happened?” Mason asked.
Elijah sighed.
“I didn’t betray anyone.”
He pulled out a faded notebook filled with names, dates, and secret payments.
“I uncovered the people who sold our brothers to a criminal network. They wanted me dead before I could expose them.”
Before Mason could answer—
CRASH!
The front doors exploded open.
Armed men stormed inside.
The black SUV had found them.
Their leader smiled coldly.
“You should have stayed dead, Elijah.”
Mason slowly stepped in front of his old friend.
The bikers outside roared toward the sawmill, engines echoing through the valley.
The screen cuts to black just as the first shot is fired.
