Riot zooms the map again.
“The loading dock camera sweeps every thirty seconds,” he says. “There’s about a five-second blind window when it resets.”
“You hit that and you’re inside,” Rev says.
“Exactly.”
I stare at the layout another second.
“They held her down.”
The words come out quieter than the rest of the conversation.
But they land heavy.
Rev’s expression shifts immediately. The humor fades out of his face and something colder settles there instead.
“Yeah,” he mutters. “We’re definitely killing those guys.”
Riot pulls up another image, this one showing three of the men in the warehouse lot.
“These are the ones from that night,” he says.
My hands flex slowly against the table.
“They’re all inside tonight?”
“Most nights, yeah.”
Rev leans back in his chair and cracks his neck.
“Well then,” he says. “Looks like we’re going for a drive.”
I glance over at him.
“You’re not coming.”
Rev barks out a laugh.
“The hell I’m not.”
“You don’t need to.”
He leans forward again, pointing a finger at my chest.
“Ghost, you might be pissed but you’re not stupid. Nobody from this club walks into a building like that alone.”
Riot nods slightly.
“Rev’s right. Four inside plus Voss means five potential shooters.”
“I can handle five.”
“I know you can,” Riot says calmly. “That’s not the point.”
Rev gestures toward the laptop.
“We go in together. Two on the dock, two clearing the floor, then we take the office upstairs.”
