Sage slipped his piece from his holster and started cleaning it with the kit on the table.
“Have you always carried a P365?”
“No, I kind of grew into it.” Sage eyed his Glock 19. “You?”
“Same?” Law chuckled.
The hour slipped by, and they talked quietly about weapons and preferences.
A fist knocked on the door, making Syx jump.
“The fuck?” The assassin slid both knives from his sheaths.
“It’s just Mac, Noah, and the gang,” Law said.
“The gang?” Boston asked as he edged to the side of the entrance.
They were like a bunch of wildcats.
“Relax.” Law strode to the door, placed the barrel of his gun at the peephole, and then slowly cracked the suite door open.
Rip snorted. “And he’s telling us to relax.”
“Hey, man,” Law said, tucking his weapon away.
Mac and Noah stepped inside, followed by Frost and Seth.
Law knew them all, and as far as he knew, so did most of his team—with the exception of maybe Micah, Syx, and Black.
“This is Mac, Noah—whom you met last night. That’s Frost and Seth.” Law quickly made the introductions.
Boston looked at the four new guys, then at the eight of them. “You think twelve will be enough?”
Sage tipped his head, and Law could see the wheels turning as he worked it out.
“Maybe?”
“Don’t worry. As soon as Erebus gets Ashley and Rook secured, they’ll be joining us.”
“Ah, okay.” Sage smiled. “Good.”
Later that afternoon, the energy had shifted.
The edge was still there—but it had settled into something tighter, more focused.
Savage had arrived, bringing Erebus into the fray. And the penthouse—while massive—had suddenly felt crowded. Most of the teams knew each other, so the time had been a mix of reminiscing down memory lane and finding common ground.
Pizza boxes sat open across the table, grease soaking through cardboard. Grease, heat, and stale coffee hung in the air.
Half-empty bottles, napkins, weapons pushed just out of the way but never far. Laptops were spread out between them. Voices had worn down from overlapping to deliberate, each word carrying weight now.
Law leaned forward slightly, forearms braced on the table. His gaze moved once across the room—taking them all in, making sure they were with him.
“Let’s recap.”
With their attention on him, he kept his voice low.
“Erebus takes the outskirts,” he said. “Lock it down. No movement in or out without us knowing.”
