Reinforced frame.
No windows.
Two armed men on the outside.
Only then do I head downstairs.
The entire team is already gathered around the bar.
The mood is quiet.
Focused.
This isn’t panic.
This is war prep.
“This wasn’t a scare tactic,” I say.
Everyone looks up.
“This was a clean kill op.”
Trigger nods slowly.
“Two-man team. One breach. One overwatch.”
He leans over the map spread across the table.
“Amateur mistake was coming in blind without knowing the layout.”
“Or assuming no resistance,” Wolf adds.
“They were wrong,” Havoc growls.
I run a hand down my face.
“Thank God I heard something.”
One of the guys shakes his head.
“They almost got to the door.”
The room goes silent for a second.
“Who do we think sent them?” another Ranger asks.
I don’t hesitate.
“Marco Rossi.”
No one argues.
Trigger leans back against the bar.
“That means money.”
“Resources,” Wolf says.
