Dagger nods. “That’s not a transit stop. That’s a holding location.”
Rev slams his fist into the table. “Then what the fuck are we waiting for?”
“We’re not,” Mason says calmly. “But we don’t rush in blind.”
I lean forward, voice low and lethal. “If she’s there—”
“We bring her home,” Mason finishes. “Alive. Safe.”
“And the men holding her?” Piston asks.
Dagger’s smile is thin and merciless. “They don’t leave.”
Silence settles over the table, heavy and electric.
Mason looks around the room, meeting every set of eyes. “This is it. We go in and do this clean and leave no one behind. We made that mistake before.” His gaze lands on me last. “Blade.”
I nod once. “I’m ready.”
Because it’s been six weeks. Because I’ve seen her. Over and over. Trapped in hotel lobbies and elevators and hallways she didn’t choose. And because whoever thought they could keep her moving forever just made their first real mistake.
Mason doesn’t raise his voice.
He never does when it matters most.
“All right,” he says, palms braced on the table. “This is how we do it.”
Riot swivels the laptop, pulling up a floor layout Ghost stitched together from city permits, satellite imagery, and the hacked security feeds.
The building fills the screen.
Rectangular. Concrete. Four stories. Warehouses on the bottom two floors. Renovated residential suites stacked above them.
“Entry points?” Mason asks.
Ghost taps the screen. “Three viable ones. Loading dock on the west side. Main entrance off the street. Service stairwell on the east.”
“Too many eyes out front,” Switch says immediately. “Main entrance is a no-go.”
“Agreed,” Dagger says. “They’re expecting trouble from the street, not from behind.”
Riot zooms in on the west side. “Loading dock is active during business hours, but after midnight it’s mostly dead. Cameras cover the bay, but Ghost can loop them.”
Ghost nods. “I can blind the dock for twelve minutes. No more. After that, alarms auto-reset.”
“That’s our window,” Mason says.
Tank cracks his neck. “Who’s first in?”
“Ghost and Switch,” Dagger replies without hesitation. “Quiet entry. Power control. Kill the internal cams and lock the elevators.”
Switch nods once. “Elevators down traps everyone where they are.”
“And stairs?” Hawk asks.
“Blocked from the inside,” Ghost says. “Once we’re in, no one goes up or down without permission.”
Mason looks at me. “Blade.”
