I don’t blink. “I’m going up.”
Dagger meets my eyes. “Not alone.”
“Didn’t say I was,” I reply.
“Hawk and Rev with you,” Mason says. “Third floor first. That’s where she’s been seen most consistently.”
My jaw tightens. “She’s coming out with me.”
“That’s the priority,” Mason agrees. “Extraction over blood.”
Rev snorts. “Blood still happens.”
“Controlled blood,” Mason says sharply. “We don’t collapse the building with her inside.”
Riot switches to another screen. “We’ve ID’d six regular guards. Rotating shifts. Two Russians. Four hired muscle. Light weapons. No body armor.”
“Inside security?” Piston asks.
“One man,” Riot replies. “Alexei. He doesn’t delegate.”
My fists clench.
Dagger leans forward. “Which means once Blade finds her, Alexei comes to him.”
Silence hits the table.
“That’s not a fight we rush,” Mason says calmly. “Blade gets Bri out first. Period.”
I look at him. “You think he lets her go?”
“No,” Mason says. “I think he follows.”
“Good,” I growl.
Mason ignores that. “Tank and Piston, you’re containment. Outside perimeter. Anyone tries to flee, they don’t make it to the street.”
Tank grins. “Copy that.”
“Cleanup?” Switch asks.
“After Bri is clear,” Dagger answers. “Then you sweep.”
Riot closes the laptop. “We hit at 2:10 a.m. Shift change overlap. Lowest foot traffic. Ghost loops cameras at 2:08. We’re in by 2:09.”
Mason straightens, looking around the table.
“No hero shit,” he says. “No freelancing. This is about bringing her home alive.”
His gaze locks on me.
“You see her,” he continues. “You don’t hesitate. You don’t explain. You get her out.”
I nod once. “Understood.”
“And Alexei?” Rev asks quietly.
Mason’s voice is ice. “If he stands between us and Bri, he dies.”
