“Ronan,” I say, already pulling out my phone. “Get Cal on the line.”
He snorts, glancing over. “You mean our team?”
I don’t look at him.
“I mean Delta Five.”
That gets Lark’s attention.
Sharp. Immediate.
“You’re calling your entire team in,” she says.
Not a question.
A realization.
I meet her eyes.
“I’m calling the people who end wars before anyone knows they started.”
A beat.
Then I dial.
One ring.
Two—
The line clicks.
“About damn time,” Cal says. “You finally break something big enough?”
Despite everything—
I almost smile.
“Yes,” I say. “And I need all of you.”
A pause on the other end.
Not hesitation.
Calculation.
Then—
“Where?”
“Europe,” I reply. “Portugal. We’re already moving.”
Another beat.
Then his voice shifts.
Sharper. Colder. Ready.
“What’s the objective?”
