Asa’s POV
Marco was standing beside the SUV now, phone pressed to his ear, giving short, clipped responses. When he hung up, he turned to me.
“It’s confirmed, Boss.” He said. “Jake’s on the move. Same van from last week. They’re heading toward the west docks.”
“Prep the team.” I ordered. “No mistakes this time.”
Marco nodded once and signaled to the others. Within minutes, the convoy came to life—engines starting in quiet unison, weapons checked and stowed. We moved like shadows into the awakening city.
The streets were mostly empty, save for the occasional truck driver or stray commuter who had no idea a war was trailing them through the fog.
“Visual on the target van." Marco’s voice came through my earpiece. "Two passengers, possibly more in the back.”
“I see it.” I replied, eyes
