“Fantastic.”
Boone chuckles softly.
Wren looks toward the windows where flashing aircraft lights now circle above the skyline.
“Well,” she says quietly.
“That escalated quickly.”
Boone smiles slightly.
“Welcome to saving Los Angeles.”
She laughs again.
And this time—
The sound fills the entire control room.
48
Wren
The rooftop is chaos.
Helicopters circle the tower like a swarm of mechanical hornets.
News crews.
Police aircraft.
Federal response teams.
Flashing lights paint the night sky red and blue.
The wind from the rotors whips across the helipad as Logan stands beside his helicopter with his hands in his jacket pockets like he’s been waiting for a ride home.
River steps out of the rooftop access door first.
He takes one look at the sky.
Then exhales slowly.
“Well.”
Cyclone appears behind him.
“I’m guessing subtle isn’t an option anymore.”
Logan grins.
“Subtle left the building about twenty minutes ago.”
Gage steps onto the roof and looks up at the circling helicopters.
“Think they noticed something?”
River rubs the back of his neck.
