More of Roman’s men burst into the otherwise empty room, filing in behind him. The ones who’d originally arrived with him had already shifted positions, creating angles that would cut off the remaining exits.
Roman turned again, this time to level his cold eyes evenly with mine. He closed the distance between us in a few quick strides, causing his men to hover their hands over their weapons.
“Are you here for the reason I’m guessing?” he muttered, keeping his voice low.
“Yes,” I told him.
His nostrils flared as he straightened his suit out, trying to regain some semblance of control.
“Alright then,” Roman said, calmly. “What do you need from me?”
“Your comms,” I told him. “They’re closed circuit?”
He nodded, briskly. “Always.”
Reaching into my suit pocket, I pulled out a thumb drive the size of a fingernail. Roman squinted as I held it up before him.
“Show me where this goes, and we’ll do the rest.”
